Horizon Unveiled is a fictionalised autobiography of Fellowes Mwaisela. As a child, standing outside their home in Ilinga Village, Tukuyu District in Mbeya Region, Fellowes was always fascinated by the Nyika Mountains in the distance. What fascinated him the most was the horizon. To him, the horizon line seemingly separated the mountains from the blue sky. In his imagination, his grandmother�s village, Ilalabwe, laid at the foot of the Nyika Mountains. As far as he was concerned, beyond the horizon was a bottomless abyss and so there was no life, no nothing. However, his first trip outside Tukuyu District took him beyond the horizon. The trip was to take him hundreds of miles to Precious Stone Town. This revealed to him new realities about life. Later, as a young adult and an adult, he crossed more horizons going even beyond the borders of his country. As the �horizon became unveiled�, he realised that there was more to life than just what one sees within the limits of his or her horizon. The possibilities are endless. It is a journey from innocence to awareness.
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THE HOR IZON UNVEILED
FELLOWES MWAISELA THE HORIZON UNVEILED
The Horizon Unveiled
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To my uncle Ulimbakisya Ikumboka for sending me to school
To my wife Stella, my sons Lugano and Elisha for their love.
“… an individual who feels comfortable only in his or her clan is still being held back from full realization of his or her potentialities as a human being...And înally, an individual whose horizons are limited to the borders of his or her own country or society is yet sensitized to the international implications of social existence.”
-Mazrui,Swahili States and Society
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hen I was about six years old, W I looked at the horizon and simply considered it as a line that separated the mountains in the distance from the blue sky. To me, it was the edge of the earth. It was a security cordon against falling into the bottomless abyss. Thus, I believed that there was no life beyond the line.
The other image that came into my mind when I looked at the horizon, was that of a big bowl and a lid made of glass. I felt as if our village, Ilinga, was inside a big bowl and the sky was the lid that covered the bowl. The horizon therefore was where the bowl’s and the lid’s edges touched. I felt like I was inside the bowl and I could not go beyond the point where it met with the lid. Because the lid was made of glass I could see beyond our village. Ilalabwe,