THE RIVER WHO CAME BACK IN JUNE
It left without a trace, like a cigarette smoke – dry lands and slush green surrounding its bank. Weeks scurried by and months bolted with it and it never came back. We expanded our stalls towards it and made goal post on both ends, converting it to a small football pitch.
Years passed by and the elders decided to sell to a big company and our stalls were bulldozed. They erected gigantic buildings and made plans to cut the ribbons in June. Then the river came back home and promised never to leave.