YEARS LATER
"IF you're going to stand there insulting my mother's herbs, at least buy something first."
The man grew red in rage.
Around him the market erupted in laughter.
I sat comfortably at the top of Mrs Rowena's fruit stall with one leg dangling over the edge while a small brown bird picked up seeds from palm.
The early morning sun felt warm against my skin whilst the marketplace smelled of fresh bread, roasted fish and meat, herbs, fruits and sea salt drifting from the sea.
After coming here for years since I was a child, it was still the same.
The small angry man pointed his fat finger at me.
"Your mother's mixtures nearly burned my.... Errr…. "
He went red in shame and I had an inkling what he was about to say.
"Cats got your tongue sir?" I rose a mocking brow. And then I cleared my throat. "Well I do remember my mother telling you to abstain from any sort of em…. Dalliances,"
My eyes dropped down to the front of his trousers.
"Down there." I finished.
