"She thought of her own vow that she would soon join her Refentse and the other Bone of her Heart in Heaven. But it would not be through suicide" Her mind was not ready to give up the fight" (pg. 117).
The Bone of My Heart
by Oryem Onguti Loguca
"Whatever is portrayed in this work, one can look into our daily mirror of life, which we shall, indeed share, because of our common origin and appreciation of life. In the midst of all our sufferings, life ought to be carried on. Those who sing the dirges of such traumatized nations are; orphans, widows, refugees, disabled, AIDS victims and the displaced. From the street corners, refugee camps, funeral homes, bus stations, market squares, and deserted villages, we shall sing our songs, on our own behalf and for our ancestors who are long gone before us. If we can fix ourselves in these few pages of The Bone Of My Heart, let us do it!"
by Oryem Onguti Loguca
"Whatever is portrayed in this work, one can look into our daily mirror of life, which we shall, indeed share, because of our common origin and appreciation of life. In the midst of all our sufferings, life ought to be carried on. Those who sing the dirges of such traumatized nations are; orphans, widows, refugees, disabled, AIDS victims and the displaced. From the street corners, refugee camps, funeral homes, bus stations, market squares, and deserted villages, we shall sing our songs, on our own behalf and for our ancestors who are long gone before us. If we can fix ourselves in these few pages of The Bone Of My Heart, let us do it!"
Steal a Day
Steal a day
Out of your limited
Life Span
And let your sweetheart
Steal a day in lifetime
Then be infatuated
In the storms you provoked
In the encounters of your hearts
You shall know you are in flames,
Trembling,
In needs you have stirred,
That day,
Stolen
Out of your lives...hearts.
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