Just to give an idea. I grew up in Uganda during wars.
“Papa, Uryena? Balebe Baryena? Ba Mayi Baryene? Bandayesi Baryena? Papa, Canada is strange. I don’t hear guns going off. Also, there are no gun trotting soldiers about. I miss home. I miss Mbuya & Nakasero”
My dad wrote back (snail mail used to take like a month but Mzee had gotten me into this habit of writing him weekly when he put me in a horrible RCC Boarding School in P5).
I used to send him letters weekly. He would reply weekly correcting my writing. So, even when I came to Canada, I handwrote a letter to my father weekly.
On the first letter, he replied “Mayi Leah, it is abnormal for children to grow up with guns going off. I know you miss home but you’re in Canada and there will be no wars there”.
Had I known that Canada supplies war equipment to War torn countries, I would have written to the then PM of Canada, Hon. Brian Mulroney and asked lots of questions.
I wish you could have met my Dad. He used to walk on water.
MLN
**From the river to the sea**
—— Posted (Halifax Canada Time AST) on: March 02, 2024 at 12:18PM
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