A television ad shows a young man saying he would buy a ladder
if he won Shs200m. At first I found the idea not just funny, but
ridiculous. But I have since had to reconsider seeing he could have been
speaking symbolically. Maybe the ladders are the networks he would build
to take him to the top and give him the satisfaction that is elusive to
most of us.
The more I thought about it, the more I realised
how much I need a ladder too. I need one with huge rungs to take us
(family, friends and colleagues) up the festive tree in whose branches
we shall pluck the fruits of happiness and connection that we missed
sharing together much of this year because of the busy-ness of our
lives.
Christmas with Dad many years ago |
And the only way that true spirit of festivity can
return is if everyone makes it a deliberate plan to bless someone; not
just a family member, but a neighbour or even stranger. I learnt it does
not take much during a recent visitation upcountry. I asked a boy what
he wanted and he said bread. This was no milk-teethed child but a
chirpy Primary Three pupil who tops his class every term. He was
barefooted and in shorts that needed some mending. Yet he did not ask
for shoes or some expensive toy children his age dream about nightly. He
asked for bread.
I'm sure every reader of this column has the
capacity to return to the village with a sack of rice or a box of soap.
You would be amazed the difference a loaf of bread, a kilo of meat or
sugar can make in the life of a disadvantaged individual. It could make
this their best festive season. So get your ladder and help someone
climb to the level of happiness never before reached. It will multiply
your joy too
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