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Poem: BONE

I need a bone to borrow. But borrow to bestow. For life in the hood haunts us. It haunts thy hood-mates too. The bone is to the master and the master is to the old guards. Those that detriment strikes us hard should they feel offended. Bone is our fortitude against archaic fists. See, born with a bone, but a bone to no elucidation. I mean a bone borrowed, but borrowed to bestow wisdom.

POEM BY MAGNUS MAZIMPAKA (2005)

I wrote this poem in 2005 when I was struggling to understand the spirit of the liberation struggle of Rwanda and the mismatch between the young generation and our elders.

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