Stepping into closed circles

Great men all veiled in gowns

Crossed with aprons

Yet here I stand 

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Accra Too Bitter 

Noonday ‘s sun was his foe .

The heat made him bleed sweat from his pores.

He pushed through the crowded  streets 

With a sack of vegetables on his back

” Agoo oo! Agoo oo!! ” he screamed.

As he made his way through the crowd.

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