LORD OF ALL BEASTS

Published March 20, 2017 by rochellewisoff

Today Pegman takes us to Kampala, Uganda.

Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post.

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For guidelines and rules for the What Pegman Saw weekly writing prompt, visit the home page.

Many thanks to J Hardy Carroll and K Rawson for hosting this challenge that I can’t seem to resist.

Due to another insanely busy weekend and no extra head space, I’m a bit late for the party. This was a learning experience for me. 

My prompt selection from the Pegman Buffet

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 150

LORD OF ALL BEASTS

            Assa handed the young woman a package filled with herbs. “Put these in your tea and, in less than a year, you will hold your little one in your arms, Dembe.”

            Dembe’s full lips spread into a smile and her dark cheeks shone with tears. “Thank you, I hope he will be a strong, handsome boy like yours, Mrs. Dada.”

            “Call me Mzazi, for I am not longer a wife, only a mother.”

            Gazing out the window, Assa watched her ten-year-old son trudge up the dusty road. His slow pace and stooped shoulders told her he was weary from a day of working in the fields. This would not be so had Andreas not cast them out, swearing the child was not his. Her anger burned white-hot.

            “Jambo, Miss Dembe.” He bowed as he entered the house.

            Hugging her package to her chest, Dembe nodded. “Jambo yourself, Bwana Idi Amin.”

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22 comments on “LORD OF ALL BEASTS

  • Wow, Rochelle, you really know how to make us all sit back and ask ourselves the deep questions. I spent decades studying WW2 trying to answer Jan’s wonderful question of what it is that turns a soul to the dark side. So very sad, too.

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    • Dear Jelli,

      Perhaps it’s a good thing we don’t understand that kind of evil. How the Imins and Hitlers of this word function and sleep at night is way beyond me. Thank you for your generous comments.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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    • Dear Neel,

      We all pretty much come into the world the same way, don’t we? Everyone was at one time, the innocent fruit of someone’s womb. I can’t imagine what causes a person to turn to the dark side like that. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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