Everywhere I pass
Can't avoid it
My clothes are reeked in it
My eyes are smarting
My nose cannot stand it; ask about my lungs
I can feel the thin blanket it has spread on me
Oh my, I'm suffocating
I can't go home again
I am already late
My colleagues will have to bear with me
And I with myself
This is what happens if you happen to pass
Under the nim trees at Korle-Bu; morning, afternoon or evening
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