Tinkhani holds her mother's right hand.
They walk to Msikawanjala market.
The name means hunger market.

To the right, she sees piles of cassava surrounded by buyers.
Next are piles of orange sweet potatoes.

Piles of sugarcane are sold directly from oxcarts.
They are being cut into pieces using sharp panga knives.

Her nose catches a strong smell of fresh.
Then a whiff of smoke from roasted chicken.
It feels like several kitchens have been combined into one.

They stop at Aunti Mpha's shop.
Auntie Mpha sells bright patterned chicenje fabrics.

Mother buys vegetables, sugar and salt.
Tinkhani buys a big watermelon.

Before they leave, Tinkhani asks for a piece of roasted chicken and fried chips.
A visit to the market is not complete without eating.

Mama carries a basket home.
Tinkhani follows with her watermelon balanced on her head.