What about the Teso children?

As the sun crowned behind the horizon, the village stirred to cock crows and cattle moos. A new day dawned in Serere. I was eight years old on school holiday, 275 km from bustling Kampala. Each day was filled with adventure; gardening, milking cows, tethering goats, and picking eggs from the chicken coop. Dad stocked the house with a library of world books - knowledge waited to be plucked off the shelves. We balanced life skills with leisure reading and exploration – what privilege!

A walk in the woods

Neighborhood pond - Photo credit Mrs. O

I took a walk this morning.

There was a nip in the air - nothing a light jacket could not handle.
I turned one corner and rounded another, everywhere beauty called; In the flowers budding, the cardinals and robins singing, twirling around branches and twigs.
I came to a pond.
The sun gently gazed upon its surface, calm and peaceful.
The sun turned to the trees and they glistened, their leaves shone like honey droplets, sweet and golden.
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What is it about the trees and the sun that makes artists turn to verse? 🤔

Psalm 131

Budding flowers in the neighborhood - Photo Credit Mrs. O

My heart is not proud, Lord,

    my eyes are not haughty;

do not concern myself with great matters

    or things too wonderful for me.

But I have calmed and quietened myself,

    I am like a weaned child with its mother;

    like a weaned child I am content.

 Israel, put your hope in the Lord

    both now and for evermore.

Psalm 131