Young Storykeeper Volume III

46 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III
AGE EIGHT | 47
Ethan Uwizeye
Uganda
THE SAVIOUR LIGHTHOUSE
It was a chilly afternoon - September the 15th, to be exact. It was my
birthday. Yes, preparations were in high gear. My friends gathered at
home and Mom decided that we would hold celebrations on one of the
islands on Lake Bunyonyi, which she considered exquisite and a place
worth going to.
We drove from home. Chuckles and talking filled the air. In half an
hour, we reached Lake Bunyonyi, the deepest lake in my country. It
derived its name from the many bird species that hover around it. It has
very beautiful scenery and you just love it the first time you set your eyes
on it.
Mom, my friends and I packed beside the shore and we took an
engine boat to the mighty Sharp Island, where we were going to celebrate.
Sharp Island was spectacular and extremely beautiful in the way it was
organised.
Everything was set for us. We partied and were lost in the times.
My mother loves nature and had organised a surprise for my friends and
me. The Island offered another package that Mom had gladly paid for
– it was a boat cruise. The Sharp Island management were already in
the know. When we had finished eating, the surprise was awaiting us.
Mom, my friends, the beautiful receptionist Lea and Mr Matthews, the
boat manager, all climbed into the boat.
As we moved around the lake, we approached what Lea called the
Punishment Island. Indeed, it was like the name suggested. In the olden
days, girls who got pregnant out of wedlock would be brought to the
Punishment Island where they would starve to death or be killed by snake
bites and devoured by hyenas. However much they pleaded, their pleas
fell on deaf ears. They would be brought to the Punishment Island by
their big brothers. This was because they believed that other young girls
would fear to commit the same abomination, as they called it. The island
was death.
One thing on the Punishment Island stood out as we approached.
In my head, I thought it was a tower. Yes, it was painted with yellow and
cream colours. It was, indeed, beautiful. It had a bell tower, two small
windows and a very big chandelier of light on top. It was a feature my
friends and I would live to remember! The sight was breathtaking, indeed.
We exclaimed about its beauty and, yes, we were right!
Lea was assuring. It was the lighthouse. Yes, the beautiful lighthouse.
In order to halt the suffering of girls, human rights activists had set it up.
This completely stopped the vice of dumping girls on the island. It was the
mighty saviour they so much needed. The lighthouse provided beautiful
lighting on the lake and the many accidents that used to happen were
greatly reduced.
The lighthouse is a wonder. The lighthouse is beautiful and it’s a
treasure to behold. To the beauty and might of the lighthouse, I say,
“Cheers!”
THE POOLBEG LIGHTHOUSE
Once upon a time there was a tall red lighthouse near
the cliffs. This lighthouse served many sailors to navigate
at the sea.
Zoe the lighthouse keeper had worked at the
lighthouse for many years. She made sure that the light
was always working.
One night there came a big storm. It went boom,
bosh, woosh! The storm was so strong that there was a
power cut. In the meantime, there came a boat towards
the cliff.
Zoe found a torch and pointed it to the sea. The
boatman saw the torch light and turned away from the
cliff.
Ipsa Bastola
Co Cork