The rainy season is now upon us.
We have had a few violent storms where you see the clouds massing and the wind gets up and then the storm breaks with much thunder and lightning or heavier persistent rain.
When a violent storm is on its way everyone starts running for home or getting to their destination and all the motorbikes are busy delivering their passengers before the downpour. I was one of those rushing on Thursday night – dashing to the shops to get some provisions and then heading back and getting indoors just before the storm broke.
Today Saturday morning it’s just a persistent steady downpour since last night that isn’t showing much sign of letting up and its cold at 18 degrees C. We are all wearing fleeces and jackets!!!
Last night we did a barbecue to say goodbye to one of our colleagues who is returning to the Philippines – it was so unusual because of the rain we were there with our umbrellas cooking the food whilst people sheltered from the rain on the porches.
It’s now 2 weeks to the day since we moved into our new house about 3 km out of the centre of Gulu to a semirural area called Kirombe. We moved to escape the nightly assortment of bad ragga and other music from the local bar Samiz and to enjoy the peace and quiet of the African night ………..but I have come to the conclusion that nowhere in Africa is quiet. It’s a big place so people make a lot of noise.
We have the mosque which during Ramadan did a selection of muezzin duets of an evening and we can also hear the singing and services from the local Pentecostalist church over the weekends – the singing is very fervent and heartfelt and our night watchman had to rush off early last Sunday to join in .
After religion there is the wildlife – the crickets are especially loud – there is a particular type that sounds like the buzzing of a major overhead power line or transformer station and after a good spell of rain the frogs start croaking. There’s a flock of blackbirds with orange beaks that tour around the neighbourhood descending on our grass with great shrieks and pick up seeds and chop off tasty flower buds. My dark red dahlia that I have been nursing through was an unfortunate casualty.
However none of these noises are as bad as Samiz and we have the bonus of a large compound with lots of room to grow things and for me to keep bees and a pleasant tree filled outlook beyond the medieval bling type gate and the razor wire.