PANDEMONIUM.
In the serene township of Anloga Srogbe, it was a day with very beautiful blue segmented skies with white fluffy floating clouds, in the likes of pure cotton balls in different sizes plus shapes such as a bird, flower, building dependent on the eyes that spotted it and also a market day. It was a bustling day, there was produced from the soil, wilderness and waters nearby. More so, the blend of both shoppers and vendors going about the usual activities such as buying, selling trade by barter invigoratively with shining fores; conversations thrived amidst long saw acquaintance who were glad to have run into themselves, bantering of prices back and forth between sellers and buyers, deliberations on weights of goods to be exchanged mention of barter trade and loud declaration of prices of hea
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