As I looked at the land of Luloka, desolate and uninhabited, I wondered how it is I could not return to my Acholiland, lust and green just left behind. The bus travelled for many miles before it came to any human settlement otherwise there were just bushes on both side of the road and I had this uneasy feeling, was I now Lalak? I couldn’t be and I looked at my little friend besides me looking tired and half asleep. If I was lalak, then Langoya too was Lalak. That couldn’t be for I knew my friend loved dancing so much and I couldn’t see him leaving Acholi for good. After a while, I started to see human activities and was very much impressed by Kirandongo hospital, one of many which were built by the first post independent government. After many hours on the road, we came to Kigumba town where the bus stopped so that passengers could have something to eat. The last short journey to Masindi was through some of the most spectacular landscapes I had ever seen, lust green fields and bushes which comprised elephant grass. In not far a distance, we could see, one after the other, so many hills and mountains. Could they be part of the mountain ranges over hundreds of miles away I used to see from my School under the sausage tree in Amoyokuma? If that was the case, then they were part of the horizon where the sky seemed to meet. From that far distance, in Amoyokuma in Amuru, the colour of the green tropical grassland and the mountain ranges seemed to fade and blend into the colour of the sky like a true pearl. The best view appeared to have been shelved for last. As we approached our destination, Kigulia hill which overlooked the army barrack and the surrounding area including Masindi town, came into view. It was majestic and remained dominant throughout my two years study at Kabalega. When an elephant Cries coming soon
Posted on: Sun, 11 May 2014 10:08:45 +0000
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