“I began to sweat profusely as I carried the basket full of semi-ripe tomatoes and walked along the dusty path. Someone must have made the sun god angry because he is unforgiving today, hitting me from all angles with only the basket atop my head to provide shade. Not even a whiff of air to cool my blotched skin. I still have about ten kilometers to go before reaching the market place. Though tomorrow will be market day, I have to set off today in order to secure a good spot to sell my tomatoes. Oh how I wish I had a vehicle to transport my goods to the market!”