Market Day Chronicles
In the organized chaos of the coastal market, life unfolds in colors, sounds, and stories that money can't buy.
Every Tuesday and Friday, without fail, my grandmother would wake before dawn and prepare for what she called her 'expedition.' Market day wasn't just about buying vegetables and fish—it was about maintaining the social fabric that held our community together, one conversation at a time.
The market began setting up while the stars were still visible, vendors arranging their wares by the light of kerosene lamps and early mobile phone flashlights.
