Ekodi story

A Story by MPetersPoems&shortstories

its a short tale for children about a village called wondersmall. i drew my inspiration from my home town and village tororo paya

Ekodi Story

This is a short story of a boy called Ekodi

· Ekodi and his kite story 1

Once upon a time in a small little village of Wondersmall, there lived a boy named Ekodi with his family.

The family lived in a village hut and had a small farm where they kept chickens and pigs close to their home.

Ekodi's parents loved their children and took care of them well.

Ekodi was the third born in his family. They were 9 in their family.

Ekodi's young brother was named Chieng. Chieng was the youngest born in their family. Ekodi also had a sister, Sawani. She was about his age and they played together often. Ekodi also had 4 other brothers older than him. Their names were Osano, ambi, David and Tom.Ekodi called his parents Father and Mother.

Ekodi liked to play everyday in the fields, sometimes he played with his kite, sometimes he just liked to run around the grass fields because it was fun. one early morning he went out to play, running around the fields, he had however gone out to play before having his breakfast.

“Ekodi, Ekodi where are you dear?” mother asked that morning as she came out of the hut.

“im outside playing mama”the boy Ekodi replied when he saw his mother.

“Come inside son porridge is ready” Mother called him.

“okay mama” Ekodi answered running back to his home.

“Here Ekodi sit with your brothers and sister” Mother said.

“yes mama” Ekodi replied sitting down. His brothers and sister were already sitted at the table.

“Good morning children” father came to sit on his stool and begun to have porridge

“Good morning father” children greated Father. they then begun to eat breakfast.

Ekodi then said while eating his poridge,“hmmm warm porridge, wonderfull mama.”

“warm porridge is good for you kids, so you will be healthy and strong, now start eating children”Mother told them.

They ate their porridge and begun to finish one by one.

“im first to finish my porridge mama” Ambi said

“and im second” said Osano

“and im third” david then said raising his hand up.

“Looks like we are the three of us left having porridge” Father said to Tom, Sister Sawani and Ekodi. They continued to have their porridge.

Tom then finished his poridge and said“I am fourth to finish my porridge”

"Thats a good boy" father said to Tom. tom was happy.

“Sawani and Ekodi will finish earlier than me ha ha ha” father said laughing.

Sawani finished her porridge 5^th and Ekodi finished his porridge 6^th.

“Okay children put your plates in the big bowl so i can wash them” Mother told them. Mother then picked fathers plate after he had finished his porridge.

“We four boys are going to school now, father is taking us” Ambi said after the children put their plates in the big washing bowl.

‘Yes I will take you to school” Father agreed.

“me and my sister Sawani and chieng are still too young to go to school yet” Ekodi said

“Yes that is correct” father said,"when your older i'll take you to school just like your brothers"

Father walked with the four boys out of the hut and took them to school.

“Good day children learn well” mother said as she, Ekodi and Sawani waved goodbye to them at the door of their hut.

“I am going to play outside mother” Ekodi said running outside.

“Ekodi!…. Oh what an energetic boy” Mother said as he ran outside. Ekodi went to get his kite that was leaning against the wall of their hut outside. he held its long string and the kite begun to rise.

“Wee, weee….ohhhh!” Ekodi shouted as he played with his kite. His uncle who lived near their home had helped Ekodi make his kite. It was made of small fine sticks and a transparent polythene plastic. It was diamond shaped with a short tail that dangled as the wind caught it. Ekodi held it up to fly freely in the air with a long strong.

“Wee, weee fly kite fly” Ekodi ran up and down the grass fields near his hut with his kite.

Sister Sawani came outside to play too.

“Ekodi can I play with your kite too” little sister Sawani asked her brother.

Ekodi had only one kite which he liked to play with. He didnt want to give it away.

“No” Ekodi said.

“Your so greedy” Sister Sawani said.

“There is only one kite and I like my kite.” Ekodi then said and ran away to continue playing with his kite.

“Wee…wee….weee” Ekodi shouted as he flew his kite. Ekodi liked his kite, he laughed and shouted happily as he flies his kite up to the sky.

Ekodi ran near a tall tree along a path to their hut. He accidentally lets go of the kites' string and the kite got stuck on the top branches of the tall tree.

“oh no my Kite!” Ekodi said looking up

“Ah! Ah!” Ekodi jumped to try and get hold of the kites string.

“I cant reach it” Ekodi said giving up after failing to get ahold of his kites string that was entangled in the trees branches.

“Oh no” Ekodi said,” What shall I do now? I don’t have a kite to play with”

He walked along the path of the tree going back home. He was sad.

“What is the matter Ekodi?” little sister Sawani saw Ekodi and came to him.

“Oh its my kite” Ekodi said.

“what happened to your kite?” Sawani asked him.

“ohh!! Its stuck up in that tree” Ekodi said looking up at the tree.

“oh im so sorry Ekodi” sister said when she saw where his kite was on the tree.

“now I have nothing to play with” Ekodi said,” I'm really sad”

“Oh sorry Ekodi” Sister Sawani said

"help me sister lets think of what to do"

They both walk up and down thinking of what to do.

"if it was a small tree i would have been able to climb it" Ekodi said.

They shook their heads when no good idea cameof how to get the kite. They sat down on the ground near the tree disappointed.

Uncle was pushing a wheel barrow as he walked down the path from his home coming down towards Ekodis home.

“I see uncle coming” little sister Sawani pointed

“Uncle , Uncle!” they greeted him

“how are you children” Uncle asked them. Uncle worked in the farm at their village. They kept chickens and pigs in the farm. It was their family farm and uncle was part of the family too.

“Im fine uncle…” Sister Sawani replied

Ekodi however did not answer.

“Im taking this food to the pigs and chickens in the farm” Uncle said of the animal feed that filled his wheelbarrow.

“Come with me to the farm” Uncle said

The two children look at each other and said together,

“Oh we can't Uncle”

“Why not children?” Uncle asked

They were at first quiet. Little sister Sawani then said

“Ekodi has lost his kite”

“Really that is so sad, sorry Ekodi” uncle said

“I was playing with it and the kite got stuck on a tree” Ekodi said

“Really what tree is that?”uncle asked him

“This one here” Ekodi pointed at the tall tree. Uncle left his wheel barrow, then they walked up to the tree.

“There it is, there is my kite” Ekodi told his Uncle

“oh! “ the children said sadly

“don’t you worry children, I know what we can do.”

“oh really uncle” Ekodi said looking at him

“yes I do, but first lets look for a few sticks.” Uncle told them

“Really?” Ekodi was not sure of uncles plan

“Yes like this one” Uncle said picking one piece of a branch to show them.

“That’s very easy uncle” The children said and started to look for dry fallen branches.

“One, two, three and four sticks, these will do children” Uncle said as the children gave him the branches.

“What are you going to do with them” Ekodi asked

Uncle went back to the wheel barrow and got a long rope that was tied to one of its handles.

“With this rope I have with me, I will tie the sticks together, like this’uncle explained and he then tied the sticks with the rope, one stick ontop of the other.

“now it is very long” Ekodi said.

“Yes the sticks tied together have become very long and we can now use it to reach the kite” Uncle said

Uncle then lifted the stick and hit the kite that was stuck on the branches of the tree. The kite then falls to the ground. He then removed the string that was entangled with the branches of the tree.

“Yeeeh!, yeeeh!, yeeeh!” Ekodi and Sawani shouted happily.

“here you go children” uncle said giving them the kite

“thank you Uncle” Ekodi said holding his kite.Uncle then warned them.

“but one more thing children, better you play in the grass fields, not here along the path where there are trees”

“Yes uncle” said Ekodi. Uncle then left them. He went down the path pushing his wheelbarrow to the farm.

“Thank you sister Sawani for helping me get my kite” Ekodi said

“oh it was nothing, i knew uncle could help us,he is taller than us” little sister sawani said.

“Come sister lets go to the grassfields near our home and play after playing, we can go help uncle at the farm” Ekodi then said. Little sister Sawani however was reluctant to follow him

“oh Ekodi" she said "but theres only one kite”

“hmmmm” Ekodi said thinking of how they could play with the kite together.

“I know what we can do” Ekodi then said,” we can share and play in turns. I will fly the kite first then you can fly it second, like that”.

“oh are you shure" sister Sawani asked.

“yes” Ekodi replied.

“oh but one more thing brother, I don’t know how to fly a kite” little sister Sawani begun to doubt if she could fly a kite.

“that’s okay , come I will show you how to fly a kite, you just hold the string and raise your hand, then the wind will lift it up.. up.. up in the air. Its very easy, come”

The two children ran to the grassfields laughing. They ran to play with Ekodi’s kite.

The end….

novice writer: Peter Munyuka

genre:short stories for young children

email: [email protected]

i like to write about my two favourite subjects people and the natural environment around them and how these change over time. i often write about these two subjects in my poems, this is my first story in which i use various influences here at home in Tororo. The kite symbolises innovation in our Uganda, and i used pigs and chicken instead of our cattle to describe diversification in agriculture.