Come season for the cowpea
There she sits cross-legged
On a two-lane busy road
Shaded by the Honge tree
She watches commuters pass by
While her fingers peel in magic wonder
The pea that waters taste buds of passersby
You stop! Her electric smile beckons you to buy
Price what may!
At times of day
Her beau brings in fresh pick from their farm
Thereafter they sit together
Two happy faces tell you how in blissful contentment
They are
Ever smiling, never complaining,
Their take on life is what destiny has to offer
Happy are they who smile, in spite of what each day presents
I return home with joy in wondrous splendour
Happy am I who smiles, in spite of how each moment rolls in.
