RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND
But their choreography was so good even the women (of all ages, too), stopped and joined the fun. The music was blaring all over the place.
I luh ya papi, I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
“Wah kayd oh song is dat?” one of the Asians asked, seriously confused and way out of sync. His friends were resting on the bench after having finished their taeboo-thing, which they always do this time of day.
l luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
Kids were singing along with the teenagers. Even the dogs seem to have synched their steps with the tempo of the music, with their tails waggling to the catchy tune. The praying mantises were enjoying every beat of it, bobbing their heads, raising both front legs, almost saying like, “to the left” 2-3-4 “to the right” 2-3-4, “left 2-3 4, right 2-3-4….”
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
Yeah that my papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
Except for the crickets who were surprisingly quiet, all animals in the park were obviously caught up with the music and were moving either their heads or their feet to the beat, including the newest addition to the park, a parrot called Pippa.
I luh ya, luh ya, luh ya Pippa
Those words brought back his memories to a place where he felt love, experienced that strange feeling, and cherished it forever in his
heart (if he had one). If they only knew that he was not parroting when he said “I luh yah.”
He bobbed his head, while his thoughts were brought back to the past, a not very distant past. He remembered the young girl singing this song and he felt that feeling of desolation, but also triggered emotions which he thought he had forgotten already.
He looked at Carla and said, “Do you know what that song means?”
“Of course. It’s about love,” Carla answered, puzzled by the question.
“No, it’s about me. That’s about me. Luh ya, Pippa,” Pippa said. “My name is Pepper, but they all call me Pippa. And I want you to sing it for me, please.”
Carla nudged him and said “Hahahaaha. That’s the lamest one-liner I’ve ever heard. Are you asking me if I love you? We have been going out for almost 3 weeks now and you still couldn’t tell? You kidding me?”
And that was the end of the beginning. A new chapter of Pippa’s life had begun. He started bobbing his head, singing “left 2-3-4 right 2-3-4, I luh ya luh yah Pippa.”
Carla was belting out too,
“I luh ya Pappa, I luh ya luh ya Pappa.”
“What?” Pippa looked at Carla with puzzled eyes.
“Yes, Pippa, you are going to be a Pappa. And in no time little ones will be singing ‘I luh ya luh ya Pappa.’”
THE END