In response to Eugi’s “home sweet home” prompt

Kaabong, Uganda

All grown, all traveled;

New experiences, new customs;

Thousands of miles away, and still,

The child beckons;

The sun watches, the moon awaits;

The trees whisper, the wind searches;

Innocent laughter, distant calls,

A mother’s gentle face.


Published by Msdedeng

At 41, I am still figuring out life: my place in society, my career path, a family of my own, any many others things. Heck, I am still trying to make friends in California; a place I moved to 3 years ago. I am currently in a Community College to make up for the many years I missed school while in Africa (Uganda). I intend to transfer to university next year and double major in History and English. I lead a very ordinary life; a normal day is spent doing school assignments, hiking, or reading. My favorite thing to do is walk! Short walks or long walks it does not matter. Walking allows me to think about things - anything! My love of walking comes from where I grew up, a small village in northeastern Uganda. It is still one of the most remotest areas I will ever know, and couldn't even start comparing what life is like there to say a place like California. Walking was all I did while growing up! I walked for miles to school, to church, to the shops, to the borehole to fetch water, and to the market. It was quite an adventure unlike any other - so you now understand my love for walking.

55 thoughts on “In response to Eugi’s “home sweet home” prompt

      1. You’re welcome Msdedeng. This post reminds me of mum r.i.p who came over from Ireland with my father to England in 1954 the year before I was born.
        As a family we always visited my mum’s homestead Tullyhassen, Pettigo, Co Donegal every year in September. My father’s parents were dead with just two siblings living in Ireland and the rest around Boston, Massachusetts U.S.A.
        Mum r.i.p always used to say I will always visit while Daddy is alive and she kept her promise. Mum continued to visit my aunt & uncle in the homestead and in later years my uncle in his bungalow in the town.
        Mum could never visit the homestead after my uncle moved out or after he passed away.
        About the week before my mum’s three week hospitalisation before her death she said β€˜take me to Tullyhassen’. Mum had visited Ireland until nearly the end and once she was unable to do so marked the beginning of her decline. 😒

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  1. Beautiful, Angela. The picture you chose to accompany is stunning, and is all the more extraordinary when considering it’s the view from home. No matter where “home” is currently, it always will be “home” in your heart.

    Your words stir the soul, as they express, lyrically, a profound yearning perhaps the well-traveled feel most keenly.

    Whispers, laughter and a mother’s face all make the miles and the years dissolve. No matter where Life takes us, those memories, places and feelings are our constant companions.

    Thanks much for the reassurance, Angela.

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    1. Before I reply this, let me just tell you how relieved I am to see your comment come in after I have this second been on your blog trying to search for a comment I posted that assumed you were in the South Pacific; seriously, I am sorry Keith to have come across as rude. And now to what’s on hand …

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  2. Dear Msdeng, that is a wonderful poem.
    It’s full of emotion, empathy, and creativity. It shows your sensitivity, your compassion and your deep thoughts.
    We humans are always on the move. We look for new things, experience different things, acquire knowledge, explore, learn and practice. But we should never forget the child in us and never our mother.
    Greetings from the beautiful Rhine-Highlands / Germany …
    🌺 πŸ™‚

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