Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Muzungu is the word for white man in Luganda, the primary language in Uganda. I do not suppose there are any places left where a white man has never been seen. But I have been to places remote enough where I was the first one to be seen in the living memory of the younger children. One young man was translated to me as having asked his father, “What’s wrong with that man? He looks like a ghost!” To be a white man in an African village is to be an instant celebrity with the children. And so this little poem makes a good introduction to some of my experiences doing theological education by extension (pastoral training) in remote villages of Uganda and Kenya. We’ll look a bit more closely at some of the actual ministry next week.
“Muzungu!” cry the children,
And all then run to see
The ghost who walks in perfect health
Although this cannot be.
“Ooh! Ooh! Muzungu! How ah you?”
“I’m fine,” I smile and say.
And then they giggle, hide their faces,
Grin, and run away.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD