I had always wondered at the true meaning of these words. One imagines horns in a traffic jam, tens of people talking simultaneously with music in the background, while pots and pans clang away in a kitchen or birds twittering close by as an automatic roadside drill and police sirens smash the tranquil atmosphere, gives an apt description of the phrase. Well I have a new and far more fitting description with just two letters.
PZ!
Encompassing a group of streets in the middle of Eastern Freetown, PZ offers residents a shopping experience of a lifetime. Imagine all the scenarios above, however adding about two thousand more people packed unto fairly narrow roads, hundreds of street side stalls selling anything known to man, megaphones blaring out ‘buy my produce’ messages, drivers with their palms placed resolutely on their horns while trying to literally squeeze past people pouring down the streets multidirectionally (if that’s even a word!), street sellers fighting for your attention to sell you things you’re sure you don’t need…
In short, it is an overwhelming event to go through.
a completely unrelated but lovely serene picture of a bird I photographed
