The Old Couple's Act of Love




When beautiful music stops, the rhythm stays….rhythm: a sequence with soul………….  

This piece isn’t about music, but strongly connected in more ways than one, it’s about the human mind, the mind of the finer species (pardon that word), the mind of women. Just like beautiful music, after the last note, the rhythm plays in their mind. Often times, the expression ‘I miss you’ is generated…………….when they say it…It’s beautiful too. The music is time, minutes spent with the adored, maybe in convenience, momentarily or otherwise. The rhythm is the activities shared, always enjoyed by both.

Most often than not, beautiful co-existence is a fundamental need for this specie, I feel it comes close enough to rank beside financial need, its strong, just like beautiful music, it’s a common radio request, the DJ seems to play so much of it but too little to satisfy. Like a radio station, ‘repeat’ button doesn’t really existence. The music here is good companionship-good time; the radio (station) is the mind, the DJ in this case the partner: he that beats the drum. The cause of the expression……….I miss you, said over and over to them……………maybe it’s a case of ‘Piper dictating the tune’, maybe not, deeper I might have to say, probably an artist and someone who understands his art.

Let me tell you the genesis of the above, in traffic I was, the very notorious Ajah traffic (at times, it can pass for a parking lot) and there they were, pushing a beat up car, two couples, the man in his 50s and the woman close to him in existence.  

While they pushed, everyone seemed civil enough to be patient, even when it’s common knowledge that a foot in traffic feels like 10 miles. But we all respected them, they pushed, we watched.

Then they parked this car by the road side, cleared at a space meant for a divide, the man exhausted, for sure he has seen tough times, but his wife was relaxed, almost as if she enjoyed the exercise.

Then the man brought out a phone, called a mechanic obviously, pointed at the surrounding as if he was describing the environment to his wife and the last direction that his fore finger pointed at was the car, accusingly in some way. Like you my man, was meant to take I and my wife home but you bungled it.

Then the act, that which brought a smile to my face, she went to her husband, the woman that pushed the car, with groundnut she just bought, cracked a joke that made the man smile, offered him the first dip into the transparent pack, and as he cracked the nut, she rubbed his back………..an expression that screams, you will be alright my dear

It wasn’t just me, there was a smile on the lips of the woman driving the car beside mine, and it seemed we both said…………’that is a couple’. Clearly, they have found a way to keep the music playing; their action was dance, dance to good music, and an expression from the soul to a sequence filled with so much soul.

Back to my opener, beautiful music stopped- ‘togetherness in convenience’ that they had in the car before it stopped, the rhythm-their invaluable togetherness, stayed. A sequence with soul? No, I was wrong, I should have said the rhythm of souls in the same sequence……………… Just like beautiful music the note was beautiful, most importantly their rhythm had so much soul….The rhythm: The old couple's act of love.

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