Years ago, while crawling back to this smothering
city from a country cruise, my team mates and I gained on a hamlet as the day
lit out. The family was back from breaking rocks, bones, pods, grounds or whatever
hard work they did. The evening feast had been finger-licked. Father and
mothers, siblings, dogs, cats and birds huddled together in a close circle to
ululate an uncouth song. The father fooled, frolicked and tripped the light
fantastic in the middle. The women and children egged him on. Stress almost kayoed
me today at work, and I remembered that simple, solid scene.
So be a village fool some times
ReplyDeleteForgotten how much I liked your writing. Loved shoes from the loo as well.
ReplyDeleteMost times the less you have the happier you are .....until you fall ill and can't go to the hospital, that is. Life...hmmm
ReplyDeleteAmazing how simple life can be. The village is great but you can experience this by spending a day with a fisherman in chorkor, listen to a shoe shine boys daily encounters, or best of all a watchman after his shift......
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