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Right there on a hill, overlooking  Masaka , braced by the gracefully flowing  Nakayiba, coursing in feeder rivulets and creeks enriching the plains, out of which knowledge tends her sprouts, are the grounds on which missionaries, whom having themselves come to these areas from Europe, founded an education bastion, from which charisma has busted out in many directions, a  Pokino  led the drive, Lule  donated the land, it was an undertaking of trust and commitment, it is said by those from whom their eyes bore, the dawn of a rich heritage, bent backs their brows sweating, sinew, limb and bone in synchrony, as they tilled the vast plains, only motivated by the hope of harvest that we must be moved to engage, in our tasks with a confident flair, a dedicated bearing, an intense focus, unfettered consistence  and an undying desire to succeed, "Kyosimba Onaanya,"  they uttered, here ideas are planted and skills harvested, wate

I can say to this or that mountain, "move" and away it moves, Ha! That is doubtable, You on the other hand, move me to boundaries, and heights I cannot fathom. I can hold up my palm, to my eyes and see the grooves, Ha! That is incomparable, You on the other hand, have a name for each groove, knowing their start and end. I can laugh out loud, even smile whole day, Ha! simply hiccups, You on the other hand, are source of rebounding joy, enduring and reassuring.

Escape from me, you spirit, or is it spirits, into me, am restrained, out of me, am desperate, a spirited obstinate * A yearning that reforms, another that hurts, same face two-sided, the heart and vessels, blood and lymph, situated dynamism, thin and lean, a necessity. * Takes a gasp of air, the right ingredients, a note in place, for life to thrive, taste to tantalize, tones to harmonize, small is big, tiny liminal catalysis.