‘This water’.
I sighed and jumped gently on the blocks placed over a path of the flooded space within the compound. I tried avoiding the rainwater that had nowhere to go and chosen to stay still, waiting for someone to direct its path. I think it must be tired of waiting now, as it had accepted defeat and allowed all sorts of things to grow over and under it; even mosquitoes were happy to find a new home.
I looked away and leaned closer to a dry path close to the clothes hanger. I picked my clothes from the bucket, dropping them one after the other on the hanger. My mind drifting back and forth, the breeze was cool and I enjoyed its company. A peg fell from my hand. I bent to pick it up and that green water caught my eyes again.
This time, I think it spoke to me. It was angry and had tiny bubbles spread over it, like acne on a human’s face. It felt like it was envious of the dry land I was standing on, not very far from itself. No wonder it was green, so green with envy.
I picked up the peg that had fallen and turned my attention to the unstill green water. I felt pity for it and wondered how it felt to remain in a space, on a spot for so long. That’s no longer new to humans though, we felt quite a similar connection.
The water meant to flow but could find no path by itself. All it took was for someone to create one. Now, it would have to wait and hope the rains stopped at least a few days and for the sun to come to suck up its pain and misery.
See next post for the second part…
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