His nose smelled of the aroma of coffee from a small shop on the edge of the pier. Together with the heavy tiredness on his body, he stopped by there. Eighteen hours is a long journey. He was riding a

Pwason boukannen son manje map mouri pou li tèlmanm renmenl,siw poko manjel mpa kache diw ou poko konn anyen kibon.

Oh wawww yon bel ti flè jonn li joli anpil

Neg mon se beer cho mezanm misye pa kenbe prestige li non li rale prestige li