I’m inside a banking hall and in the queue, there’s a man with a live chicken under his arm.
I leave the bank and enter the market but I have nothing to buy there. I’m clutching my bag as I join the crowd and pay attention to where I step. There’s loud music and some merchants ask me if I want to buy jeans.
I walk farther and now I see where the music is coming from.
It’s from a small speaker near some men selling meat. One of them looks happy and he is dancing. He is good at it.
I know why I enter the market. I wanted to experience ‘something’. I think the dancing man is enough. I will remember the image and I wish I captured it in a video.
Maybe I’ll write about it. I go to the nearest B/Stop to get a keke home.