This week's Art Stew prompt was to do something inspired by International Children's Book Day.
Today is also Dia da Mulher Moçambicana (Mozambican Woman's Day).
So, I'm incorporating them both to write a little something about two of the women who've had a tremendous influence on my life: My mother, and Laura Ingalls Wilder (even though neither of them are Mozambican, but I live in Mozambique, so it works. Somehow).
I leaned against the curve of my mother's belly,
Unborn feet pummeling my back,
And heard, yet again, the invitation of those opening lines:
'Once upon a time, sixty years ago, A little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, In a little gray house made of logs.'
And no-one knew, there, in that pregnant space
Of warm hearth and lamp glow,
All that those simple words would one day bring to pass.
Of the traveling to see
The wide, unknown places of this world.
From wagon beds to airplane wings,
The wonder of new lands still the same.
Oh, God of sparrow,
Lily, dust and sky,
Illuminate me now,
I ask You, come
And light the darkness
Of a life too full
Of noise and glamour
And of things unsure.
Awake me now
To Your simplicity,
And let me stand in awe
Of little things.
I was browsing about at The Pen of a Ready Writer yesterday, and found this fun Location Challenge. So, naturally, I wrote something. Enjoy!
- Tour de Chappa -
Morning wind, still cool, blows in from the ocean. I pick my way across the puddles left by last night's rain, avoiding a gaggle of medical students in white coats, scanning the writing on the rear windows of the chappas lined up by Hospital Central.
Estoril via Chipangara
Ponta-Gea via Macuti
The writing is, of course, more of a guideline than an actual indication of route. You should always ask before getting aboard. But, when a third chappa wheels in, Macuti via Matacuane, I press forward hopefully.
"Shopriteee! Shopriteee! Shopriteee!" The coprador shouts.
That's far enough for me.
I take my place in the jostling group (you couldn't call it a line, not really) that waits for the passengers to get off and give us their seats. I gather skirt, backpack, and passagem in both hands, and manage the step-up, cro…