Hawkers are smart souls. They pick their wares to meet the demands of a particular niche at a given time. During graduations, snacks, soft drinks, and wreaths are in high demand. They hawk what suits the mourners, protesters or lovebirds on a date at Uhuru Park. They are flocking local pubs with odd items for the revellers. Forget the underwear, nowadays they are hawking some items in estate pubs you are left wondering who will buy it, but interestingly they have customers in big numbers.