FLY HIGH

FLY HIGH

Josephat S. Hema

He saw what we humans lack,wings and the joy of flying,to be specific.

How clouds looked comfy and soft,how a little frightended is to feel that you are in the closest  proximity to them,ever.

How little and beautiful the World looks from above,all the natural and artificial features;lakes,rivers,mountains and valleys,tall buildings and towers,to mention a few.

That now he is flying to U.S,the dream of every creature in the World.He felt excited each time as he looked out of the windows,the thought that he will land down in the completely foreign land,it will be Amsterdan they said,before they leave again for Detroit.His next neighbour,an Asian woman had       slept with an Arabic book on her hands,this was not his great concern anyway.His concern was a       flight and the Joy of being high above.

There is no congestion here like how the roads in African growing cities are.

What takes to be this high?he smiled and remembered the old house back in Singa A village,Rural    Singida at the centre of biggest East African Country,Tanzania.

The house made of mud and soft curved trees,the arts he had found nowhere else in the World.Those beautiful round house,made up to sorround the housing of a single clan.There were gates traditionaly called Lulya that had only one entrance,used by the clans old men,who always used to sit around the  fire, to see who comes in latest and who goes out earliest.Some years back,about two decades,village women had spread message to the whole clan that another baby was to come out from the womb that previously had already given 7 boys,it had to be a baby girl this time.They gathered outside as           experienced midwives helped NyaHango inside the hut to give birth.Men and Women entered           silently having great hopes to receive a baby girl this time.A girl that would give them pride all over, let alone wealth when she will be getting into marriage.

After a reasonable time came out Nyisango,a well known and respected midwife,whose skilled and   experienced hands were always right.Her face was sweating and wrinkled,also sorrowed and full of  fear.Not only that it was a baby boy again,but also a tiny,skinny,weak and near to death.It was not      breathing right,it didn't move or even give any sound.

This is what made all people leaving silently through a Lulya exit.After a short time its only Loya    who remained,the father.He was allowed to enter inside to see what creature came in.It was sad to see a man of courage like him crying over that scene.And this was the point when all the World outside    left him and the family,because of Ntandu,a boy who came at the wrong time and the World treated   him Mercilessly unfair.Only came out some years later to be a great hunter to the ancestors jungle and also an intelligent student.He miracously grew to his full weight and height,to leave all people who   counted his days of life embarassed.He did beat up all record placed in front by all of his precedessors whom the clan atmosphere favoured.His high schools grades did him good,And the Lulya exit        blessed him to let him leave the village to the North and East of the Country,and now to North          America.

What takes to be high?The question came again.

"This is where God is,isn't it?"He wanted to ask someone.Remembering of the Christian prayers,and  the Scriptures,alledging God to be high.

What takes to be high?

Background?No.

Energy?

Nothing,it just happens.

"No,there must be something i don't know...or i blindly know."

His thought where disrupted by the attendants directives to prepare for landing.

"Waooow its finally Amsterdam",the woman besides woke up,seeming to be new to this destination   too.She looked at him and smile.He smiled back.

No words were needed here,this way of communication was just perfect to him,her mother's smile     came to mind.

He smiled again and watched the newest scene outside the Window.

"Amsterdam",he intriguingly murmered.