The Beautiful Things Life Offers

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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. 
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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, apparently sisters, probably wondering why the potential customer hadn't proposed to buy the succulent mangoes they had on display.
  The day looked difficult, for the few coins they carefully counted over and over, meant buyers were few and far between. Yet they apparently worried little as they set about playing some game with stones they had come up with. Then they suddenly realized they were very hungry, and then the transparent bucket of delicious puff rolls sold by the other hawker with them suddenly looked so tempting. Tempting enough for the two sisters to part ways with the majority of their meager sales for the day. I chuckled as i watched them, nibbling voraciously, then hurrying away to scout for more potential buyers, as if to recover the money spent on the snacks.
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 Then suddenly I was snapped out of my reverie and observations by my tailor who had finally completed his job.  I thus left the market, feeling strangely happy, marveled at how beautifully simple life was, determined I would squeeze out more time in future for such escapades. Louisa.
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