Gulliverish Travels

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In a battered old Toyota Noah squeezed between a lithe Langi girl and a talkative little man, I lean forward so I don’t have to feel the bumps as much.

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This is the return journey of my inaugural visit to Kitgum. A side trip to surprise a wonderful 40:40 volunteer, but that is a story for another.
The journey to was full of eagerness and in a half-full bus, even the heat was bearable, the bumps weren’t as obvious –

There is no signpost in sight. Beside the road peace monument and scars, debris, memoirs of the LRA war.
I don’t know where I am and the murram road and discomfort leaves me asking myself at every stop (bathroom break, checking on relatives), are we there yet?

I turn on my Google Maps as long as the battery will allow.
Between spots of GSM network I manage to get an inkling of where I could be. But the actual journey is longer than Google predicts –

Suddenly light (can’t be rebels) and then trucks of murram (thank God!). At least the road might be fixed before 2016 or before I return, whichever comes first. A signpost at last! Aswa!

This is the seat of Hon Ronald Reagan Okumu for the last 10 years! The night is dark and full of fears! 2016 is coming..
And I am but a voyeur, a tiny traveller in giant world

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It Is Worth Conquering – This Country Love

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Originally posted on Pru's Notebook:

I completely had no plans for Valentines day – so somehow I end up at the Bob FM Valentines day party. Yes, I knew that it was going to be about love and awesome country music, but not this kind of country love.

As I saw couples hold their hands with perfect gentleness, a thought of envy crossed my mind- I could almost tell what their silent whispers were about- the leaping hearts of knowing that they are the one- the beauty which springs from knowing that you are loved. That you have been chosen among the gorgeous many and he doesn’t care what the rest of the world says all his attention is on you.

My ever wandering mind strolled away as beautiful music filled the air, the first stopover was to my most recent love and boy that you don’t eat and you don’t sleep is not a…

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A not so Christmas story

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A not so Christmas story

Haku drew his blanket around himself, placing his sack of belongings below his head. He punched at shoved it till it felt just right.

With a sigh he drew the blanket up to his chin in the makeshift shelter he had built on the grazing land. It was temporary and so he could not take much Liberty in its finishing. Except it allowed him a good view of the cattle and the night sky.

“Kenyana is rather beautiful” he thought quietly “but her father will probably require many cows, and not from a cowherd like me.”

He yawned loudly and rubbed his empty belly. This night promised to be cold, even rainy. Already he could make out only a couple of the stars, the rest dim and only visible when he stared hard.

He saw the three bright ones he had seen while he sang to her under the Jacaranda tree by the well. Her eyes seemed bright and she did smile quite often.
“She must like me – or at least she finds me amusing!”, he thought.
Next time he would have to find some new jokes, but when would the next time be.
She was always going to festivals with her folks, rarely did she come to the well, and when she did she did she always had a couple of other girls with her.
Today was different all the luck was on his side and all he could do was sing. He felt foolish now but there wasn’t much he could do.

Kenyana was a diamond, a gem! And he fell asleep with the thought in mind, images of her giggling happily in his dreams and a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

He didn’t hear the caravan of camels walk past or the bright star gliding steadily across the night sky.

But Haku was unexplainably warm and happy and would not awaken till the crack of dawn

So this is Christmas

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So this is Christmas

I thought to write of Yuletide past – singing Noel, the plays, the Christmas Carols, Cantata, the tree, decorations, balloons, new clothes, that Christmas cassette, the lights, family photo in matching clothes – the longest church service , village visits, new clothes and that Christmas meal that almost always left me feeling ill!
Kulya Christmas – to eat Christmas! That’s what it was…

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Now two days to and I can’t seem to feel the buzz – it is a break from work, a chance to go on holiday, every family member planning their own gateway – bills, jam, worrying about January – oh! How the years go by

Somehow we forget to put the CHRIST in Christmas
– replace with X – where X stands for food, bingeing, holiday, leave from work etc

And whilst we wait for the spirit to kick in, it escapes us the real reason for this season…

I don’t know what X stands for in your case but you could say in the comments section

Merry Christmas to you all and all the best in the new year! Feliz Navidad

Words unspake

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Words unspake

He stepped out into the moonlight holding out his hand, palm upturned so she could take the stairs in her pretty black heels. Gently he let go and guided her in front of him on the path that led to the parking lot.
Breathing in deeply, he followed in her footsteps, noticing for the first time how she matched her dress to her bracelets, a belt at her waist that emphasized her ample behind.
She was indeed beautiful.
Boy! Oh boy! Happy and without cause…
She took a right rummaging in her bag for her keys, the beep of the doors unlocking waking him from his reverie.

He held out her other bag, opened the car door hiding behind it and leaning in for a kiss..
Surely she wanted a hug, but he was not about to let the now-ominous bulge give him away – not yet at least.

She pulled him around and he offered his side, draping his arm around her and protecting his secret.
They smiled! Unspoken words! Unformed thoughts…