Along the Tamale Road
She’d packed her shop up for the day, all hope of sales abandoned. Resigned to eating the hard boiled eggs herself, with the plantain that no-one wanted either. All morning she’d snacked on the pastries she baked before dawn. Once upon a time she couldn’t make enough of them, they sold like hot cakes. A tourist asked if her canopy was for sale, she’d said no – how would she have shade without it? Perhaps . . . perhaps she could try making some small ones to sell.
What’s this? A tourist jeep stopping, she gathered her wares in her apron and ran. ‘Fresh eggs, tomato, banana, what will you buy?’
Travellers lunch break
a bargain fresh as the day
benefits for all
Lucid Gypsy 
You’ve captured this so beautifully and vividly, Gilly. 🙂
It’s your beautiful country Celestine!
S.w.e.e.t. This is terrific. 😀
Hoping to read more, beautiful!
Gabriel if ever you come back to Lucid Gypsy , click the small Ghana button on the right in my tag cloud for more Ghana posts!
Ha! I remember growing up in a farming/ranching community. Whatever we had for sale, someone always wanted something that wasn’t for sale.
this is great Gilly. I hope you are safe from this storm they say is going to hit England !!!
Ah, this is so lovely, Gilly. I can feel her excitement when a sale is suddenly in sight. 🙂
both words and image are sweet candy!!!
Your words fit perfectly! Margie
The tourist’s delight is a delight of the locals as well. Nicely done!
Beautiful! There is a longer story in there Gilly.