This is the Face of 6th Street

This face is not strange at all in Nigeria, looks like my long lost sister,
My mom who traipsed the street all harmattan,
Its even beautiful,
Its even buoyant,
You should see the streets of Nigeria.
Yet I salute all burden carriers.
Its not about the size,
Nor the bent of the back,
Its the dull aches in the heart.

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