Deptford Market.

Did you know that this market contains the world? It may only exist in Deptford but when you walk it, you feel all the cultures. They each have a stall. Language lullabies being sung down the streets as dialects dance to ears. 

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This market reminds me of a home from the other side of the world. Sellers bargaining, negotiating in a language I was born into. Fish smelling like childhood. Workers greeting me, their native tongues keeping conversations flowing.

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Have you ever walked through a memory on a regular basis? Every time I come here, the smells, the culture, the people... they are a light that reminds me of where my journey started.

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Burning red flows through my body, reminding me of where I came from and where I will be back in a few months.

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Story and Print by Cherelle

Text by Tyrone Lewis