I reach this city when Empire Windrush dock. Mi see chair come, chair go. Back then, South London rough, cold, leather chair retro but dat chair feel alive. Young ones buy, throw away fast. Walk through Brixton Market, you see retro style armchair sofa pile high. Not factory shine, but dem live long. Long time before internet, Accent chair sit same corner thirty years. Retro keep history alive. Cold, snow pon street, but Everybody sit pon it. Mi can hear di spring creak when man drop heavy.
London borough different style. Kensington love velvet, wid deep wingback. Camden clash colour, wid mismatched armchair. Dem soulless ting? Dat nuh worth nutten. Retro sofa carry life. End of de day, mi pick funky armchair over soulless sofa. When you tempted by showroom, take armchair wid scar, and see it carry laugh and cry.
