The Rain Maker

The rain maker

The Rain Maker, African Short story

In the hills of Western Uganda, there lived a man whose name was Mukisa. Mukisa was travelling on a short journey one day and soon the weather took another form.

With claps of thunder and lightning accompanied by a thick black cloud and strong winds that bent the trees and brought their branches touching the ground, Mukisa knew it would soon rain.

He got to a certain town where he met the chief and the elders drinking at the gate. So, he said to the chief: ‘‘can I spend the night in your town?’’ ‘‘The weather is cloudy and it is about to rain.’’

But the chief laughed at him, mocking his story and said, ‘‘Go away dirty old man, there is no place for people like you in our town.’’  He so laughed and laughed and laughed that Mukisa went away sad. But the chief did not know that Mukisa was a rainmaker.

The Rain Maker Met A Kind Widow, African short Story 

In the outskirt of that town, lived a poor widow and her only son. she was a kind widow and she accepted Li Jun into her small hut. “All I have is a little porridge” said the widow,” but I can share it with you.’’

‘‘Thank you”, said Mukisa. “You are a kind Widow and I shall tell you a secret. I have come to destroy this town for its wickedness, but I will spare you and your son for your kindness.’’

‘‘Now, run to the hills,’’ the rain maker continued, ‘‘for in seven days time I am going to cause a heavy rain that will destroy both man and beast and this town will never never be remembered again.’’

So, the widow and her son quickly ran to the hills as Mukisa had told them. Seven days later, Mukisa stood in the front of the town and began to sing:

‘‘Let it rain! let it rain!
Let it rain again again!
On the chief that wants no thanks.
Let the river bust its banks.
And flood the town without a flank.
Let the roof tops fly away,
That man and beast shall die today.
Let it rain!
Let it rain!
Let rain again again!’’

So the rain began. It rained and rained and rained that the whole town was destroyed and never seen again but only the widow and her son was saved.

 

MORAL OF THE  Short STORY
Strangers are like Angels they either come to save or destroy.
“No act of kindness no matter how small is ever wasted. – Aesop

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