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Jozi, an afternoon stroll Part I

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Jozi, an afternoon stroll Part I

The Joburg city sounds go crescendo 
As I slowly ascend, from beneath the subway tunnel.
I am Inducted to the rush hash pace of pedestrians 
And the hooted frustrations of motorists on the crowed roads,
This often happens, Itineraries synchronizing 
As everybody makes their back home.

Once emerged, on to the foot traffic I go, I inherit the pace 
And find myself mindlessly whooshing on the road side pavement.
As I penetrate deeper in route, the city odor gets rather unsavory 
And my focus is drawn to avoiding hawkers and hobos 
As I’ve learnt that conversation Invites tragedy,
I abstain to keep my valuables and most probably my life.

I take a right on Bree, opposing the traffic flow.	
Imminently I’m greeted by the amalgamated Jozi reverberations,  
Like a lullaby the city sings as it surrenders to the night
And its occupants numb an¬d calmed to its cannabis effects
As yet another day is promised to them,
Another day the it sheds it’s gold to them,
For a good day’s hustle.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 8/8/2017 8:54:00 AM
You took me there with you! Wonderful write! I enjoyed this very much!
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