The light turns red, the part to halt under my feet gains my attention, my Sony DSC-RXOM 2 in the passenger’s seat. The heat outside caused by the 14 hour intense lux could bake bread and paint everything its rays fondled— bright rays that finely mocked my grey mood. I had been driving on autopilot, halfway home, barely aware of the scenes around me. A child selling mangoes under the cool shadow created by Palm trees, a group of women laughing as a swayed basket of plantains, oranges, yams on their heads. I could frame 100 stories in their faces but other issues got my mind clutched on them.


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