Personal side of mission life: three people on the edge in the middle of bush in West Africa

Monday, November 27, 2006

Tender is the night

Who said that the night is quiet, maybe had never listen to the night. Or maybe it is just a way-of-saying that the night is silent. The fact is that the night is not silent, it just has different kind of noises. Some noises which don't exist during the day, some others that exist but that during the sunlight are covered by others which are stronger, or by our voices, by our cars, buy the schools students playing in the yard, people talking, motorbikes passing...
So when all these activities calm down, we finally listen to the silence, or better we listen to Voinjama night: the crickets and the night birds, the steps of a guard checking around, the movement of the breeze on the grass, something dropping on the roof which I can't identify.
Some water suddenly running in the courtyard, the wood expanding and flex due to the change in the temperature, sometimes from the distance pakbat prayer and some music coming from the village.
And again, as a constant rythm, the loud voice of the crickets and grasshoppers. An insect jumps in a corner of the room, a door opens slowly, small stones crackle from the street.
Tender is the night, when it sounds like silence.

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