The Beautiful Things Life Offers
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,
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.
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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