Amid dizzying traffic mess with several cars, motorcycles, there are also those that transit and even bottle the ride: pedestrians.

And in the midst of all these, the noise of the city, noise, unmistakable, stressful routine.

And in the midst of the noise too, people. There are, I don't know if living. Making the transfers to get to their destinations, with the worn faces the day before, with the face of a few friends, some. Other, however happy for the simple fact of being alivefor one more day to go running after injury.

One thing is certain: that diversity of cultures in these populous streets; We see from the suit that is preparing to take your place in the sumptuous Office, as that follows once more to your daily struggle, until you get to "own" that wrapped in an old blanket, to feel the sun shining on your face, feel obliged to awaken.

And what about the multitude of phonemes; hear the language established the Lord who has specialized in the critical sense, but also hear the speech of Mrs. Ciclana simplicity that will tell the Orange cake recipe to colleague, counting of your communicative simplistic way.

See, hear, equal, but different too, the usual, but also the unexpected, the inevitable,as well as the optional.

This is city, urban life, and who rejects these days?

Mofoluwaso Margotto