OBLIVION OBLIVION: They sat on chairs outside their darkened doors, waiting patiently for business. A loudspeaker in front of a nearby beer-parlour blared forth raucous highlife music that somehow seemed to set the mood for the situation. They were of all ages – from somewhat past middle-age mammies to school age striplings. Some smoked, the burning edge of the cigarette silhouetting their faces, giving them a peculiar eerie aspect. There was something pathetic about the way they sat there, calm, swaying gently to the highlife beat, waiting to be used. The men stood a little way away, in the darkness of the street corner, sizing up the fare. One man finally made up his mind, and, hands thrust deep in his pockets, he strode purposefully towards the hall were some young girls awaited. The man threw away the remnant of his cigarette. He spotted out a lady he would love to conduct business with and went straight to her amidst calls from other ladies who lurked around the ...
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