Leaves, the leaves of the trees and bushes rustling. 

Sometimes it is light and cheery, and sometimes it is just frantic.

Cockerels crowing from all different directions of the neighborhood. 

Sometimes in unison, sometimes just randomly.

A radio playing.

A  heavy bucket being dragged across the ground.

Water splashing.

A broom vigorously sweeping.

A hammer banging.

An old rusty truck reversing. 

The creaky sound of its behind lifting.

Sand pouring.

The angry hooting of cars and boda bodas from the road on the hill across.

Thunder rumbling from behind the hills warning us that a great downpour is coming.

A helicopter flying.

After a while the cleansing sound of dainty rain drops falling begins.

I bought a new handbag yesterday, for use as a weekend bag. 

My current one is old, the handle is recklessly peeling all over the place.

When its comes to bags  I am a simple practical creature.

Just two main ones, the rest are for decoration and the rare fancy occasion. 

The new bag is black, because everyone knows that goes with everything. 

Right?

As I was removing all my items from the old and shifting them to the new, I recalled being a little girl watching my mum and my aunts get ready for church or a party, my naive eyes would watch wide and dreaming of the day when I would be a fashionable-lady-with-places-to-go too. 

All the brightly colored clothes,

high heel shoes with pointy toes,

80's gaudy shiny jewelry. 

Timeless handbags,

and bold red lipstick. 

Well decades later, here I am little Maria. 

I seem to be quite happy with a total of  four bags in my life!

Hahahahahahaha. 

Isn't life funny?