Question 75
NECO_MODEL_QUESTIONS_VOL1
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2020
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ENGLISH_LANGUAGE
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objective
Compose a descriptive paragraph (6‑8 sentences) that vividly portrays a rainy night in the Lagos market, employing at least three sensory details and one metaphor.
Answer Options
Correct Answer
A.
The market's tin roofs glistened like a sea of shattered mirrors as the monsoon rain hammered the stalls. Damp cloths hung limp, their once‑bright colours bleeding into muted greys, while the air smelled of wet earth and sizzling street‑food spices. Vendors shouted over the roar of water cascading from overloaded gutters, their voices rising and falling like distant drums. Puddles formed on the uneven ground, reflecting flickering lanterns that bobbed like fireflies trapped in glass. The scent of fresh fish mingled with the metallic tang of rain‑slick metal, making the night feel both alive and mournful. Each step squelched, sending ripples across the market's veins, and the whole scene felt like a symphony of chaos conducted by the storm itself.
B.
Rain hammered the Lagos market, turning the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected the chaotic dance of lanterns. The air was thick with the aroma of grilled suya and the sour tang of wet tar, while the rusted metal of the stalls sang a low, metallic hum. A sudden gust sent umbrellas flipping, their colors swirling like a kaleidoscope of broken glass. Vendors shouted above the splash, their words cutting through the storm like knives, and the ground squished under each step as if the earth itself were breathing. The night felt like a restless beast, prowling between the rows of stalls, its breath cold and relentless.
C.
Under a curtain of rain, the market's wooden stalls creaked, each drop striking like a tiny drumbeat on the tin roofs. The scent of fresh tomatoes mingled with the earthy perfume of wet soil, while distant laughter rose above the hiss of water flowing down the gutters. Lantern light danced on puddles, turning them into pools of amber that shimmered like liquid gold. Vendors hurried, their voices a chorus that rose and fell like the tide, and the slick pathways glistened, reflecting the sky's bruised violet hue. Every breath taken felt saturated with moisture, as if the night itself were a sponge soaking up the city's pulse.
D.
The market's canvas awnings sagged under the relentless drizzle, turning the alley into a veil of silver threads. The smell of damp mango leaves mixed with the sharp bite of fried plantain oil, while distant thunder rumbled like a drumroll. Stalls glimmered as puddles caught the flicker of neon signs, each ripple resembling tiny moons on a black pond. Vendors clutched their wares, their voices muffled by the patter of rain that sounded like a thousand tiny hammers. The humidity wrapped the crowd like a heavy blanket, and every footstep left a fleeting imprint that vanished as quickly as a whispered secret.
Correct Answer
A
Correct Option:
The market's tin roofs glistened like a sea of shattered mirrors as the monsoon rain hammered the stalls. Damp cloths hung limp, their once‑bright colours bleeding into muted greys, while the air smelled of wet earth and sizzling street‑food spices. Vendors shouted over the roar of water cascading from overloaded gutters, their voices rising and falling like distant drums. Puddles formed on the uneven ground, reflecting flickering lanterns that bobbed like fireflies trapped in glass. The scent of fresh fish mingled with the metallic tang of rain‑slick metal, making the night feel both alive and mournful. Each step squelched, sending ripples across the market's veins, and the whole scene felt like a symphony of chaos conducted by the storm itself.
About This Question
This is
Neco Model Questions Vol1
2020
English Language
Question 75.
It is one of the
objective
questions from the
2020
Neco Model Questions Vol1
English Language
examination.
Difficulty level:
Hard
.