Esther
It is okay to dream, to dream of a home that you will own, a home that your children and grandchildren will look at and say, “mum and dad built that”. A home that you will look at and feel proud for having poured all your might and dreams in. I pray to live longer and orbit my country Uganda, my beautiful withering home, my amazing natural bed, my fabulous diverse culture and language, and my favourite home to breath in.
I have a wish, that Uganda will become the people’s American dream. That we will dream of a home that makes us walk in pride and fulfillment of our desires, and that I pray to see one day.
I have a wish that my country Uganda retains her motherly love. That I will plough and find fertile soils that make me boast of healthy feeds and meals.
I have a wish that one day I will see my country united in the spirit of brotherhood and family. That I will not call names of favoured regions but jubilate in my coming from the North, and that the east will always pride in the enormous lake Victoria. The west will sing the glorious songs of the Rwenzori breeze, the Abamasaba will proudly reach upon the greatest mount masaba and then… oh, I forget the flora and fauna of the Murchusion falls, the Sipi falls, oh yes! Queen Elizabeth national Park, have you visited Lake Mburo? And those relaxing hot springs?
I have a wish that one day, I will walk on the streets of my country without lifting my senses like a night in the forest or better still, a night in a swampy home. That I won’t be scared of getting mugged by my fellow country men.
I have a wish that, as a woman, one day, I will walk the streets of my home comfortably, not afraid of being grabbed by a scumbag. And to know that I am worthy and deserve the same opportunities as my brothers.
I have a wish that one day, my brothers will realise that they are not defined by the expectations of society that weigh them. That they are strong and man enough regardless and that it is okay to cry when overwhelmed, that I will be there to shrug away those that defy their masculinity by referring it to strength.
I have a wish that one day, our education system will stabilize to produce a whole round skilled individual not a Cranmer. That our universities and higher institutions will award us with certified documents to save our dearly wasted time back for certification.
I have a wish that one day I will sit with my children and tell them it was different in my youth, and that it is more beautiful here and now.
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