Friday, September 28, 2007

whats on? Step out safari

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We are getting back on road, this Christmas season
come Decemeber 21 to 2 January 2008
Sharing the Joy of the seasons with the rest of communities in East Africa
visiting in the midst of the season is only a humble gift we can give to the communinities way.

If you can SUPPORT this cause through the purchase hand-made greeting cards, to help us raise adquate funds for supplies, each purchase adds a smile to someone this Christmas holiday.
All proceeds go for this cause.

here a few samples







Thursday, September 06, 2007

SethS sweethearts





Above: Seths' Sweethearts at the Babies' home - Kampala



Umuco, A Burundi cultural troupe in Kampala

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Candle-light-stories!

Never say Die; little angel Lowi lives on.

In a small village a couple of miles away from Uganda's Capital city, Kampala a bell rang and the whole school was plunged into a loud roar in a manner of a great relief.
For some reason the school closed earlier than usual so there was good time for the boys to play some soccer game at the church yard before retiring to their homes.

Richard, the game's architecture put final touches to the banana fiber woven ball and dashed his little out weight out and others followed straight to the grounds. A few preparations were made; goalposts were improvised with their school bags and shoes, they divided into two teams and the game soon started.

It was a like a beehive of some sort, either side attacking trying to score a winning goal before dusk blows the timeout whistle. The ball finely landed to Kaye; He was this stout but short guy, obviously a little older than the rest of the boys with a seemingly inflated rounded feet. He had the command of the game and flare, the kind every girl would scream for in a competitive match. He pulled the ball with his left foot to the right and shot past the goal line into the bush.

Shouts and joy of scoring the winning goal faded steadily as the golden East African sun sunk deeper into the horizons. "Where is the ball?" they all asked. The boys dashed into the bushy grassland and scavenged for the ball but to no avail.
It would take awhile before another was made; it takes rolling a few fibers tightly and then finely woven with a thin layer of strings.
As the boys were giving up each beginning to take a different direction for home, one of them shouted calling them back; he had seen something strange that terrified him so much that he could not talk but point to the direction of the mango tree just close by.
The boys moved closer to see what might be the cause of this alarm, suddenly they saw a lady's bag lying next to the tree trunk. It shook itself a little and then a little more. This frightened even the worms in their little bellies and all shouted for help.

The village people gathered in response to the alarm, armed with sticks machetes, and lamps. Some thought it was the beast that had been terrorizing their fowls for along time so they came to show it, what they are made others thought it was the mystical cannibal they had heard of in the neighboring village this would also be an opportunity to end that story.

They got closer to the scene and this time the bag shook even harder as if it also wanted to know what was happening. Black ants had scattered all over the ground meanwhile the red ants had started eating away part of the sisal bag and were building a mound around it.
One elder Mukaya, who was known for his prolific hunting skills and prowess as a youth, stepped in amidst mixed feelings and fears braving the ants and any other barrier. Mukaya called for more light and started examining the kicking bag like he was the village's forensic expert.

Amidst the dark vacuumed polythene bag, carefully placed in the sisal bag little Lowi defied death, probably just few days after his birth. Perhaps the cruel mother never thought that the little angel would never see the light and face of earth. Ran in his granny's courtyard, play juvenile football like the other children, or perhaps grow into a man who would fight for the liberty of the other.
The villagers rescued Lowi with a few sores on his back, probably left with only a few more hours before he bids this world adieu but survived.


DEDICATION:
To all my fellow Kampala Needy Kids Volunteers and supporters.
Tears have little or no healing
Fears will only derail the way,
Hope, Courage, and Faith
Will drive us home!
God Bless you all.
I meant harm, no tears or fears.
This little story is only a fiction
based on my daily encounters
in walk and work
It would be unjust to let
them just lie in my uppers
yet the world needs them.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

signs or sins

hey!
Er, its about time we got penworthy, folks are watching this space with keen interest, let me signout that kind of era this way;

a list of books that I would only read just for a living, try them out.

  • 1 Chronicles 1-9 ............Chronicler
  • Darkness at noon .........Arthur Koestler
Signs or Sins
while in Kampala real wave with all five fingures stiffened up or else a bunch of guys will come your way.

I wonder how this one works out an agent gave me this tip; in case you have a cool property you want to sell off fast
start with NOT FOR SALE then Contanct addresses or SOLD with phone number or company logo, it will sell like a hot cake.

In case you intend an up country journey using a matatu, say a little prayer and then point heaven-words a taxi to your real desitiny may show up.
in case you are just having a walk and not going anywhere in particular point down-to-earth
a few will still bother you any.

till then! seth

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

SethS Paintings!

Here are some of my Pick of the Paintings
Average Size : 8"x 11"
Please let me know what you think.

the SON shines even brighter!



Fortunate not so!



Dance Africa!


Herds? Men?


Rythms Africa!



Old Jars of clay!



upon time!








...and so go forth brother!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Another Day out

It is rare for me to go for a field day on a Tuesday, usually am touching up a few things . This time round a friend tipped me of a visiting American student who was doing his research on higher education in Uganda but wanted to see roots. I suggested my country village of Mende; why?

By a mere pressing of a few buttons, I was already touch with the relevant and off we went. As ever it is a nightmare moving out of this city where you have something little to do before you live, this time we had to fix Willi’s car before setting off, still optimistic we continued our way.

After a thirty minutes’ drive we got to the village which welcomed us with hilly beauty and the pink, purple, green school uniforms whose bearers must have been in lunch break.
The first school option that I had in mind was not the kind my guest wanted to see, I suggested we get to my grand’s place before we venture out elsewhere.
That sounded good and drove uphill where my mom and grandma were in busy harvest of ground nuts, something usual for me but also that impressed my guests.

My mom suggested a couple of other schools, we strolled down to one of them.
We were the unexpected guests to grace the enthusiastic school proprietor of Mirembe Primary school who took us around the newly constructed school with a population of about 50 pupils (that’s my guess).
You don’t need to pay this guy anything for him to volunteer the needed information; this guy had his profile well set like a first class PowerPoint presentation. With the history, of the area his pupils, school all at hand and how he was evicted from the previous rented premises to the current, we were fed on all this material in just about one hour.
Chris my reserved guest took a couple of picture while Willi my chauffer did most of the interviewing while I and Bernard looked on rather in awe.

Mende village, is like one of those unread novels stuck on the shelf, a lot has changed especially the people, my contemporaries seem to be another two decades older, and the social economic situation has gradually changed.
There is now a stone quarry industry that has sprung up replacing the traditional agricultural environment and also the cottage KANZU industry that was flourishing just about one decade ago.
In all that was my unusual Wednesday.

Till then.

seths


Saturday, July 07, 2007

SWORD Community Projects







The community is our business as well, we took time off to work at the

Orphanages,

very special thanks to all you who have backed us


in this cause.




SWORD 2006 Highlights


Wow ! Bujagali falls -Uganda and Kenya Expiditions Mombasa and Nairobi highlighted 2006









Christmas day with my Nairobi hosts the Ochangwas
that was neat!









































Saturday, June 16, 2007

Saturday, June 2, 2007

OUT not Realy!
Hey there!Five months without blog-in feels like reading a book with five chapters missing, It is not that nothing has been happening; actually alot has happened that I can only give you a sketchy account.December of the year of our Lord 2006 was heftly governesslly speedy and very trying. We spent the half of it touring the coastal town of Mombasa feeling the uncompromising heat and seeing the continental line with the rest of the SWORD guys.January sneaked in like one leading an entourage full of promises, what exited was any was the new born baby Shanissa daughter to my cousin moses.February through May were like"now back" to business I feel like am still trailing with everything am just trying to catch up wth everything. what exited was a Polutry project we did for the orphans at the Needy Kids home. We did get together with a couple of voluteers and put up a small polutry house and also had a couple of chicks in place.Sadly though after a couple of weeks a thief broke in and went off with all the birds one night, but God is good we are back and we are resting the whole process.Now SLOW down - Amusing things Ahead.I often visit a friend on Buziga hill a residential area on the outskirts of Kampala, the best thing happening here is that the murrum roads are getting upgraded a good job anyway. what amuses in the entire project are the road signs these works guys put up; as you pull in from the main road a sign reads SLOW HUMPS AHEAD, definately you have reduce your speed lest you hit the slow humps.A series of other triangular signs follow SLOW MEN AT WORK ok! you don't have complain when these guys will be done with their dusty project.as you move at the topmost of the hill this sign scares, DANGER MEN AT WORK, now this is not fair, the reverse is true.till then!