Life, Little Things and Laughter

Ballet of the blitheful water bubbles

The early morning rain was gradually turning off itself when I stepped out of my house to head into a city down in Delta, south of the south-south.

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“Dare to watch us perform”, said the three bubbles of water delicately perched on the leaf of a tiny lemon grass.

Amused, I smiled, gently tipped my hat and bowed my head to accept their invite.

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They tip-tapped, twisted their bellies wildly to what sounded like an ancient Urhobo love song. I was delirious;

In a finale, the troika rolled into one big ball and wambled down the spine of the lemon grass up to the tip and screeched to a breath taking stop.

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And then a dramatic loop and a splash on the ground in a perfect landing.

The ovation was instant and thunderous from the grasses and a motley of neighbors who had gathered around me.

I fetched my wallet to offer the three britheful bubbles a generous tip their exhilaratory performance.

“Non monsieur” they protested in French.

“Just enjoy the rest of your day. Only, be nice to somebody else”, they said and sauntered into a nearby moist boscage.

(© Philemon Doro Adjekuko: 080818)

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