Horns honking to announce their approach.
Women shouting their goods for sale.
Children trudging en masse to school.
Men hauling concrete and roofing sheets.
Homeless scooting along the ground.
Goats rambling about underfoot.
Chickens screeching, caught in the gutter.
Dogs slinking through the sea of legs.
Bicycles swerving every direction.
Buses slowing, but never stopping.
Taxis cutting off the walking route.
Police directing cars from the streetside.
Bowls of food balanced on heads.
Bread tumbling from open-air carts.
Secondhand clothes flapping in the breeze.
Tro-tro mates pushing to their open doors.
Playing in traffic is my daily commute.