Too white!
she was dusty and rugged
like the whole bunch
including the one in front of me
selling me ground melons.
her long-sleeved shirt,
torn at the armpit showing brownish looking hair
(which I believe might smell as much as it looks,
as she pulled down a bag of satchet water from her head.)
was rolled to her arm, no different from any random trader in the dusty market
till i saw why she stuck like a sore thumb
on her dusty, right, big toe
was fixed, like a diamond ring on a pig’s nose;
a fake nail, the only lone one shining on the otherwise dusty feet.
in a glossy, bone death inducing, crawly, unbelievable white
so out of place,
I thought for once it was an illusion of the dusky light
setting in at the horizons, till on second glance I confirmed it
on the person who did the honours of having it.
all through my stay in the market enduring the noise and dusty hubbub
my mind kept yelling “to white! too white!! too white!!!”
©AdeayoPoetry
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