The innocence of her face
Wrapped in the basin of oranges she hawk
Buy orange, buy orange she shouted.
Days have gone by
Yet her basin of container was full
Buy orange, buy orange she shouted.
The hot sun seems to bath her with sweat
As her cloth ooze with fragrance of her body-odour
Buy orange, buy orange she shouted.
She walks across many streets
A further journey to the major road she also made
Buy orange, buy orange she shouted.
Her voice have become weaker
A pity cry from her constant announcement
Buy orange, buy orange she continued.
Night was at hand
Yet her basin of sweet oranges were full
Who will buy my oranges her heart cried?
Orange!
A deep voice came from around a building
There, her heart relieved in smiles.
By the end,
She was carrying an empty basin
With smiles mixed in regret.
How her innocence have been bought
In exchange for her sweet oranges
With a little token to cover her shame.
�Nsikak Andrew, 29th January, 2008