By Shannon Wilson
Saturdays can be challenging. It is the first day of the week that you have, or should have, no lectures to attend. Saturdays can often be met with a pounding headache and a parched tongue, or they could be met with a bout of nostalgia for home, which may be far away.
If you suffer from any of these Saturday symptoms, I recommend that you take a trip to the Saturday Morning Market, which takes place from nine until 12.
The market moved in mid January from the old gaol to the green lawns of the Mog Dog. For those who don’t know where that is- it is on the corner of Allen and African Streets.
The bright umbrellas in colours of blue, green and red are the beacons that guide you to freshly baked goods, healthy gluten-free wraps, Greek traditional dishes, and ginger beer – for those with dry mouths.
The lovely ladies and gentlemen selling their products at the stalls are charming and very helpful. Shopping at the Saturday morning market allows you to converse with and get to know the locals that you are buying from. It is a vibrant social event, with small children running from stall to stall. All of these elements combined allow you to have a tiny glimpse of home, or, at the least, part of a community – especially for me who comes from a small town in Zimbabwe. I took some photographs of my morning at the market, they illustrate the smiling, happy day spent looking, shopping and chatting.