Mogadishu Fish Market Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

As the sun marches on, shortening shadows
Smoothly they come with the fading light
But soon raves and rant fill the air
Signalling the start to the homo-sapiens fish feast
In the thick of the free flowingly smoky haze
Damsels dance about adorned alluringly to attract
The sea of the city ravenous dwellers
Whose yearning, taste and thirst are filled to full
By the magical sapid the fish banquet can make good
Even children little as one-year old filed in tow
All deeds done and bottom dusted, homes they head
Such is the mystic of the rich fish rituals of Mogadishu