By Judith Owa
“Mummy, why’s the sky blue?”
“God made it so.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Maybe He likes the colour blue.”
“So why did He make the grasses green?”
“I think He likes green, too.”
“Then why am I brown? Why are you brown?”
“Would you rather be green?”
“No!”
“Then why are you asking? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed? It’s past ten o’clock.”
“I don’t feel that sleepy yet.”
“Why not?”
“I was wondering why God made Daddy white instead of brown like me. When he brought me to school today, Miss Emma saw him and made a weird face.”
Ouch. Good one.
Fortunately, God doesn’t have a favourite colour. Good story. Children often ask the best questions.
Just what a child might ask. Good simple story , with powerful twist.
Delightful, and a great last line.
Simply beautiful read… Chapeau…
Oww. Very poignant!
Well done! Loved the ending!