I don’t know why but this time around I find it kinda boring to blog. I can’t find the inspiration. Most days something interesting happens but I just can’t be bothered to write about it. Maybe because it’s hard to put words on how life is here. How the little things makes me happy and excited. Seeing an old woman in her nightgown crossing the road at seven in morning to give the man with the big fruit cart a cup of coffee. How sweet. How lovely. How simple. Another older woman (around 65-70) stepping out from her house in Hamra in a small vest and tight jeans. The years are showing on her face and on her chest she has a necklace fit for Cinderella’s ball. She walks proudly with her head held high and she knows she is beautiful. So beautiful.
Once again I can’t be asked to write more.
Kisses n luv