After the evening market

After the evening market

By Abraham Nwankwo

Soon the fowls will begin to roost;

The market square is bustling and full.

Then with their shrieking musical notes,

Crickets begin to herald rude darkness;

And in strings, the women are home-bound.

Hampers of wares and purchases crowning their heads.

Sounds of pestle and mortar come from the house:

So the children are already grinding the seeds,

That mother will use to thicken the sauce;

For it’s time for her to cook dinner.