Iron Donkey #uganda #atozchallenge

durable my Chevy truck

 carried heavy loads

donkeys hard their working

animals of old

 lumber on a bike seat

on flat,  hills too steep

couldn’t believe my eyes

 one guy on narrow street

water in large jugs

more than a person can lug

 faithful bearer on wheels

tho iron it may be

The Iron Donkey is also the name  of a wonderful Cafe/Guest House in Gulu with free Wi-Fi , bedrooms with shower access, and great food. If you are in Gulu, you have to stop in anything on the menu is excellent.

I was amazed at how hard men work to get their lumber, water, food, family, from one place to another.

 

 

“I” Interview by Matt Harrill and Children In Need

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“Six months ago, what started off as a standard attempted bank robbery in the area of Montego Bay, Jamaica, has become one of the biggest mysteries the island has ever seen.” A map appeared on the screen, a red line detailing the route. It reminded Eva of the red line in the Indiana Jones movies when they tracked the adventurer’s movements whenever he was on board a plane.

“The high speed chase was seen by hundreds of passers-by, involved most of the Montego Bay police force, and ended when the getaway car landed in the ocean.” A montage of scenes followed, showing a column of squad cars behind an unmarked vehicle, obviously filmed from a helicopter. The car attempted to avoid a roadblock, hit the curb, flipped and dove into the sea. Eva winced as she watched it do so.

“As it transpired, underwater rescue specialists were on hand in case such an event occurred. Within a minute or so of crashing, the police apprehended the perpetrators. All of them, except the driver. All of the doors were shut. Windows adjacent to the driver were shattered, but local police were on scene. In short, there was nowhere for him to go. Yet, he has simply vanished.”

“What makes this case even stranger is that none of the other occupants of the car can remember what he looked like, or if he was even there.”

The scene cut to a police interview showing a swarthy Jamaican, one arm in a sling. The name ‘Turell Banks’ appeared on a banner at the bottom of the screen.

”Man, I tellin’ you, me dunno!” The man was clearly agitated, confused. “We had us a wheel man. Him just up and gone. No name, no face. Him vanish like a ghost.”

“The other members of the gang have offered similar explanations. They all know they had a driver, but they were all unable to provide the police with a description. Polygraph tests on all three men indicated that each man was convinced he was telling the truth. Whoever the mystery driver is, he has kept his identity well hidden. Jamaican police were satisfied with one outcome, however; the apprehension of a local underground drug lord.”

Again, the scene shifted to the man from the previous interview, a particularly evil-looking man, in an orange jumpsuit, his face a mixture of rage and confusion.

“As a result of Bank’s capture, our mysterious gang member became a hero in the eyes of the authorities through his choice of escape route, although many admit confusion when it comes to an explanation of his disappearance. One thing is certain; the legend of the disappearing driver is sure to grow. Coming up next: a man in Georgia claims to have seen a demon walking on the streets. More, after these important messages.”

***I will be giving at least one of Matt’s books away. Come back for G-L and leave a comment for a chance to win!!!***

Matt Harrill is the author of the trilogy The Arc Chronicles.

 

Robertsport, Liberia

IN NEED – As we get closer to finalizing the book “A Song for Liberia” we will need  people/ bloggers to help to share about the book.  As I was sharing with a friend the other day few people realize that there are at least 10,000 children who are now orphaned because of the Ebola epidemic.

 

Bloggers that I am enjoying today:

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Inspired By Emily #atozchallenge #poetry #photography #homeless #napowrimo

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

*******

Offer Relief   L. Moon (2013)

Oh lonely one out in the storm

I wish to share your plight

for as you fade against the gray

fight cold against the night

***

I wish to bring you home again

a place so safe and warm

please follow follow  close to me

I promise you no harm

***

I cry and notice everyday

the ones without a coat

I will to give them something warm

mostly give them hope

***

I entreat upon these words so few

you join in hand with me

and make the call for those who can’t

engender, make a plea

****

homeless man by Sam

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Also sharing this with Wordless Wednesday

Emily Dickinson: “‘Hope’ is the Thing with Feathers” from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson. Copyright 1945, 1951, 8 1955, 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.

Photography : “Rain on Bird” L. Moon 2007 (copyright)

Homeless Man by Sampac attributed work shared/ copyright Creative Commons