{"id":2177,"date":"2020-02-19T12:48:19","date_gmt":"2020-02-19T12:48:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/trekafricaartgallery.com\/?page_id=2177"},"modified":"2026-02-01T15:22:21","modified_gmt":"2026-02-01T15:22:21","slug":"market-scene","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/trekafricaartgallery.com\/index.php\/2020\/02\/19\/market-scene\/","title":{"rendered":"Market Scene"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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A story has been told about a small boy in\u00a0my rural home who liked to go the market, he had to be on his best behavior for weeks to qualify to accompany Mama to the market. He used to bribe his way out by doing most of the housework. On the eve of the market day an announcement would be made over dinner about the lucky winner to make the trip to the market\u00a0the next day.<\/p>


While at the market, he enjoyed seeing so many people dressed in bright colors and going about their business. You could bump into your uncle whom you hadn\u2019t seen for sometimes, at this point you definitely knew a doughnut was on the way, before you knew it, there was your aunt right in front of you, you could not believe your double luck but you had to work very fast, only this time you would let the eyes do the talking lest Mama caught you \u2018begging\u2019 for goodies from your relatives. You looked into your aunt\u2019s eyes and smiled, then pointedly directed your eyes at a glass of juice sold nearby, then you looked at your aunt once more and smiled. She knew what to do , she just bought the juice and brought it to you, that way you could sip the juice and sneer at Mama to silently say \u2018 the juice was only brought to me Mama l never asked for it\u2019
By evening you could be so full that you could even forgive dinner.<\/p>


\u00a0\u00a0 That boy was me when l was growing up ,In every market painting that I do, there is always a figure or a posture like someone I know back in the village, it could be our noisy neighbor who sang all day tunelessly her bad voice notwithstanding, she terrorized the whole village with her bad singing ,she reminded me of either a frog trapped in a bottle trying to croak itself out or someone singing while biting on a piece of hard wood with your nose pinched. When she started singing her dog also barked in unison or it could be our querulous neighbor who fought everyone. Sometimes it is our other neighbor who always smiled endlessly or our other mean neighbor who never let her children out to play with the other children, ironically we would meet at school and play as much.<\/p>

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There are times when I see the village bully Mrs. Dodo, she never seemed to imagine there was another color a part from white ,all her clothes were white, she even wore white when going to work in the garden, she had a white cat, a white cow, a boy in my school claimed to have
overheard her making enquiries about the possibilities of a white donkey at the market but more frightening was the fact that she was rumoured to be a witch although no one proved it.<\/p>


With all these memories I couldn\u2019t think of anything better to paint other than a market scene.<\/p>

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