Thud – bop bop - thud. Thud – bop bop - thud.
The rhythmic ‘lali’ drumbeat at 5.00am which means someone out there's calling somebody to do something but I can’t in this case work out who, what,
why or where. It seems to be coming from off campus on this occasion. If on
campus, it’s important we heed and make haste.
Twang-twang-twang-twang-twang-twang-twang-twang-strum-strum-strum-strum-strum.
Nanuku Church's young guitar class play their D major and A7 chords with
fearsome concentration and aching fingertips at Pentecost service. Awesome.
Oww-sssss-ow-arrrgh!
I
step on rusty drawing pin left on church floor and draw blood. We worship
barefoot. Mind wanders while listening to sermon due to this incident and lack of competency in Hindi. Muse on date of last tetanus jab…
Whirrr-vrrrooomm; whirr-vrrrooom; whirr-vrrrooom
My faithful, comforting, wall-mounted, politically neutral bedroom fan oscillates
gently: left-centre-right; right-centre-left; soothing hot head and furrowed
brow as I try to bash out on laptop academic paper required by end of May
Tinkle tinkle; clink
clink.
Visiting gecko tap dances on newly washed teaspoons
in kitchen draining rack.
(I've always loved radio - the pictures are so much better...)
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