A random tale by Kweku Abeiku
The entrance of the Tamale Market buzzes with life, alive with the familiar calls of the Yellow-Yellow riders, whose shouts of “Dungu Inside!!!! UDS-Datoyili!!!!! Lameshegu!! Lameshegu!!” slice through the air like an old tune. These vibrant sounds are a common melody for those seeking a ride, drawing the attention of potential passengers amid the bustling chaos.
Inside the market, the atmosphere is equally dynamic, filled with the unfiltered voices of market women energetically engaging their customers, advertising their wares with fervour. The calls of truck pushers echo as they navigate through the throngs, shouting to clear their paths and maintain the fast-paced rhythm of daily life.
Yet, amidst this cacophony of sounds, there is a poignant undercurrent. Thin but powerful, the voices of the young girls rise above the tumult, softly crying out *“Masa Kaya.”* It is a two-word plea that holds immense weight—a phrase that can mean the difference between hunger and sustenance for their families.
The hardship etched on their faces tells a tale of resilience against a harsh world. The sweat beading on their brows speaks volumes about their struggles, each droplet a testament to the burdens they carry—burdens heavier than the loads slung across their fragile shoulders. In their cries, there lies a desperate hope for a better tomorrow, a plea for humanity’s compassion amidst the chaos of life in the market.