Fickle Mother Africa

   "Fickle Mother Africa"

Fickle Mother Africa, you keep me on my toes, 

Whether or not to pack an umbrella, no one ever knows, 

I thought for sure I'd found the secret to your weather game,

Thinking it was all in the way the children and cattle play,

If they were restless and bucking all around, 

Yelling, screaming, and stomping on the ground,

There was no need to account for what the skies might say, 

We were sure to have a wet and rainy day. 

Fickle Mother Africa, you keep me on my toes, 

Whether or not to pack an umbrella, no one ever knows,

Knowing for sure I'd found the secret to your weather game, 

I paid close attention to the way the children and cattle played, 

They were restless and bucking all around, 

Yelling, screaming, and stomping on the ground, 

Although assured by what the skies did say, 

Not a drop of rain fell from the Ugandan skies today. 

We took our "eats" inside the classroom for fear we might get caught outside in the rain. 

The children were so wired that it was impossible to do actual school work.
So, instead, we watched Garfield! Ah, one of the many beauties of my baby class! 

- Mary Grace