People think knowledge only lives
where English is polished.
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But wisdom sits loudly in the market,
inside baskets,
inside bargaining,
Hands that count faster than pride.
Eyes that remember who greeted,
who cheated,
who returned.
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There is knowledge in the market.
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The kind that knows people,
settles quarrels,
feeds homes,
and keeps the community alive.
Sometimes it sounds like small disputes,
and women who somehow know everything.
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The market is not just a place to buy things,
but a place where people keep learning from each other.
-Nnenna
Nene's Corner 