A Little House on a Hill



  House on a Hill  in Uganda.            Photo Credit:Noonya (U)Ltd

I came across this little house far away. Somewhere deep in the heart of Uganda. It is pink and had a blue door. It was one of the loveliest places I had ever seen. I still wonder; I hope the lives lived within this house are as lovely as the simple exterior, that this house perched on a hill is filled with laughter and the lives lived in here are breathless with hope.

I pray this house stays as beautiful as  it is, that the children in this house go to school and grow to their full potential, that the lady in this house (surely there must be a woman in this, dont you think?), is contented, healthy and wiser everyday and that the man in this house or the men in this house grow to be useful happy stewards of this beautiful land on which their house lies. That there will be no fights over the land on which this house stands as are arising in every corner and village of Uganda; as if the land can be eaten like cake  and it gets finished; or (maybe it could?).

This, to me seems the kind of house where a great story could be emerging, where Uganda's next great poet could sleep, would feed and grow to write long epics in which the Bacwezi  kings of old disappear into Bigo bya Mugenyi, where Kabalega's soldiers brandish short spears through the bushes as they fight battles with enemies old and new, where elephants make villagers scatter still and Amin like characters tread the pages...

Oft times when I think of great places, I think of this house in the sun; happy, pink and blue, arising out of the land in the sun. Uganda.