Singing in the wind
On Sunday October 10th as I was standing at the bus stop not my usual bus stop- this rasta man came by- Picture this; the day was windy it is half past 2.00 pm and there is a lady as well as with a toddler. This guy strolled by who l later realised thought he was Bob Marley reincarnated. Lucky for the lady and her toddler their bus pulled up-
I could hear something that sounded close to wailing but singing and l chose to ignore it- then suddenly rasta man and his singing was getting louder and louder, there were harmonies and melodies. This sounded like a full orchestra. As I stood there bemused and my irritation level had been spiked to a higher level. The thought that came to my mind was "Please, please no do not sing at me as I am neither a music promoter nor do I own a recording studio." I carefully walked to my usual bus stop.....
I could hear something that sounded close to wailing but singing and l chose to ignore it- then suddenly rasta man and his singing was getting louder and louder, there were harmonies and melodies. This sounded like a full orchestra. As I stood there bemused and my irritation level had been spiked to a higher level. The thought that came to my mind was "Please, please no do not sing at me as I am neither a music promoter nor do I own a recording studio." I carefully walked to my usual bus stop.....
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Woi...let my fellow rasta brethrens enjoy themselves :)
Hey let them sing please anon, but not at me or near my ear. When you are standing at the bus stop there is a time and place.
Uarida hey let Nyakehu complain, the singing was a cacophony of noise. Bless you for seeing more than l saw.