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Ben Okello rests face up on a woven grass mat in his hut of mud walls and thatched roof. His 4-month-old son, Tony, lies fast asleep on a nearby mat. It is close to 9 p.m. and pitch dark inside as this family cannot afford candles or kerosene lamps. In the courtyard, Ben’s wife Tero prepares the family dinner over a wood fire, its heavy smoke swirling into the night. The familiar sounds and smells outside and the quiet inside allow Ben’s mind to wander to his life: his loving wife, his first son, and big plans for farming in 2010.

In the midst of darkness and reverie, Ben feels a cold object methodically crawling from one side of his body to the other across his bare stomach. Its weight suggests the intruder is sizable: it feels lengthy and crawls in a zigzag manner like a snake, which is usually shy of human company. Fear of the unknown and for his son sets his heart racing. Should he flee from the hut? Should he play dead until it crawls away? What if he grabs and strangles it with his bare hands? Courage is not what he lacks: in search of meat for family meals, he has slain an assortment of wild animals in the game parks. At this moment, the risk of losing his first child fills him with terror.
When he no longer feels or hears any movement, Ben quietly and slowly lifts the upper part of his body from the bed and sits, his two hands anchored to the mat for back support. With similar care and slow motion he rises and tiptoes outside to join his wife. Ben narrates his weird experience in a quivering murmur, sweat beading on his forehead, his neck, his nose. “But where is Baby Tony right now?” his wife demands, anxiety constricting her voice. “Still sleeping on his mat,” he replies.
Full of concern for her son, Tero quickly sets fire to one end of a bundle of dry spear grass and with it in her hand both of them haltingly peer into the hut. Light from the burning grass reveals in detail the situation: Tony lies on his right side apparently asleep judging from his breathing, his body loosely encircled by the length of a giant python marked in camouflage with olive, brown and tan blotches. Its elongated neck and tail, loosely knotted close to the infant’s ankle, can grab Tony if he makes a move. Right now it too seems asleep, basking near the baby’s warmth.
Emboldened or blinded by the raw emotion of a first-time father, Ben immediately grabs his nearest weapon, a hoe, to hurl at the threat. His wife reacts by grabbing the hoe from him with her free hand and throwing it away. “What are you doing with that, you coward?” she hisses. “You have never been a man from the day you were born. The spirit of your ancestors placed the wrong organs on a girl!” With that said, she inches closer to study the snake’s encirclement of Tony. In a single swoop, she grabs the baby’s left arm, lifts him out of its reach and rushes, wailing and screaming in terror, out the door.
Ben retrieves and hurls his improvised weapon at the snake. The hoe misses its target by at least a foot. The agitated snake promptly coils, lifts itself up, up, up in violent convulsions, its head weaving as if daring Ben to try again. He freezes. In the next second, the python scales up the mud wall and escapes through the wide-open ventilation, the same way it entered this house.

Comment: Pythons are common in Northern Uganda. A more durable and secure home for Ben and his family as well as for all the villagers whose huts have been invaded by danger, disease-bearing insects, or rain leaking through the roof would give them peace of mind. Such stronger homes can also save the environment by no longer having to rely on trees to replace the hut structures every 3-5 years. OCHAN’s mission in housing is to build environmentally-friendly, durable and secure houses for the most vulnerable in Opac Village. The core house, pictured below costs $3,000 to build. Without the assistance of such strategies as save to build, micro-financing, and increased agricultural yields of cash crops, the cost of such a home is beyond the reach of most households in Opac.