TRENDS

I had resisted the urge to write. My sitting arrangement was anything but comfortable and the wait nerve-teasing.  But then the urge began to overpower me as i contemplated the little things that beautify everyday life, little things which often go unnoticed when we are caught up in the rush of our daily activities.  As my tailor rushed through the motions of completing my dress because he did not respect the deadline, my gaze wandered to the deserted stall across, where an apparently very young mother sought refuge from the scorching late morning sun.  The thirty minutes she spent nursing her baby, with all tenderness, the deep love she feels for the infant radiating, got her observer smiling with admiration. Then she secured her baby on her back, with a loincloth in African style, her eyes darting briefly at two young hawkers now sitting beside her, also in search for shade from the midday Garoua sun. Then she left, watched absent mindedly by two of the three hawkers, appa