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Man hours
by Adaora Raji

Tic tic tic
your clock is moving
because it is my perennially occurring lot
I must move with your clock

haul bags of cement to and fro the site
what else is my back made for?
Cement. Sand. Gravel
Mix.mix.mix
Mould.carry.plaster

my feet is aching
my back is breaking
my head is throbbing
but I must finish this
because a labourer deserves his wages

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