From the windows of our bungalow at Mukono, we can look across the valley to a new tiled house peeping out from the trees about two miles away, and it is that home which is a tonic to us all when we are worried by the mere veneer and the wrongdoing in some of the so-called Christian homes in Uganda. It is the home of Ham Mukasa, the Sekibobo of Uganda, and of Sala his wife; a home spotless as regards morals, a place where we always expect and find progress and leadership in all that is for the uplift of the country. The Sekibobo is well-known in England, where he made many friends during his two visits in 1902 and 1913, and he is the author of a book, "With Uganda's Katikiro in England". It is of his wife and her influence that I want to write now, for she is showing this generation what the word "home" can mean, and exemplifying the truth of H.M. King George's words: "The foundations of national glory are set in the homes of the people; they will only remain unshaken while the family life of our nation is strong, simple and pure."

Sala cannot be more than 25 years old, and is the second wife of the Sekibobo. She is the daughter of one of the very best chiefs that Uganda has known, and has had a good home, a good school training at Gayaza High School and a perfectly happy marriage.

Seldom do we see yet in Uganda such chums as this husband and wife. Her sense of humour is delightful, and although she often wears English dress, and lives in an up-to-date bungalow, she is keenly jealous of guarding the best of the native customs. For example, she goes out at sunrise every morning to dig and plant the household's food supply, helps in cooking the native meals, and by her example shows other wives who may not have had the advantage of Gayaza school training the great truth of the dignity of labour.

Sala is the secretary of the Mother's Union branch at Mukono, and has her own M.U. link in England with whom she exchanges letters in English. These two Christian mothers, one black and one white, one in Central Africa and one in an old English cathedral town, find mutual help in daily prayer for one another's families.

Last year Sala contributed an article in the Mothers' Union study booklet, which we use in the diocese, on the subject of the old custom of mourning for the dead, and there was no mistaking the sound of the hope that is in her creed! Just before leaving Uganda in September I went to a Mothers' Union meeting at Mukono. Some twenty women sat on the floor on clean matting in Sala's sitting-room, while I was given a place of honour on the Chesterfield couch. Sala gave the address from the words which she said she wanted me to take home as a message from them all: "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." One has only to remember that her own father's early days were spent in grossest heathenism, to realise what the bringing of Christ into these homes has meant. The cups of tea and thin bread and butter that were handed round after the meeting, the Engllish furniture - all these outward expressions of English life are found in plenty of homes in Uganda today; but in this home we feel the presence of Christ Himself, and we thank God and take courage.

There are five children all under six years old; three are daughters and two are sons. They are most lovable children, and have been taught to play and amuse themselves all day long. This little family does not sit about aimlessly! The Sekibobo has provided them with three tricycles, and has built them a nursery playhouse in the garden. There they may be found any evening rushing about on their tricycles over the flat lawns. This father and mother are keeping a record of the children's sayings, and the mother types them into a book - quite a heavy volume now. One of the amusing sights of the week is to see the children arriving at the mission house on Sunday morning for Sunday school, either in a side car or in their motor car. The chauffeur lifts out a stream of little people and little nursemaids who shake themselves sedately into best Sunday behaviour, and follow James Hannington, the elder son, into the house, all armed with little bags containing their collections, and as ready to chat about the Bible lesson as they are to give each other advice in the building and other free-play that always precedes Sunday school.

In spite of all her home-making and frock-making, Sala finds time for outside interests. She is co-secretary with an Englishwoman for one of the jubilee committees, and is a constant visitor at the girls' day school, where she is a valuable guide to the native school mistress. Last year, for the first time that a woman has done such a thing, she came with her husband to the boys' central school prize-giving, and not only distributed the prizes, but gave an address also. We who were there will never forget the simple, earnest words she spoke in urging the boys to guard well their thoughts during the coming holidays.

We look upon this home as a product of the influence of a good home and a good school, and we long for this kind of home to be multiplied all over Uganda.