Saturday, October 13, 2007
In the morning the singing of men and women floats through my window. I do not know who is singing or what is being sung but I feel comforted by the gentle rhythm. The chatter of people, birds, and insects vibrate continuously. Prayers chanted from the local mosques fill the air and cars, motorcycles, and trucks announce their presence with the grating, whiny, screeching honking of their horns. Chickens cackle and crow and dogs bark their discontent. Generators contribute their loud persistent beat and music punctuates every moment. As night falls the sounds fade a calm quiet persists with only an occasional reminder of the music of the day.