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Singing for the Minister (II)

Egan Tabaro: The road to Boma Grounds is a dusty one that snakes its way through the beautiful hills of Komunteete. We pass by our Parish church, St Jude Thaddeus the Turgid and there, tending to the garden around the Vicarage, is our Parish priest, father Chrysostom. Father, as we all call him, waves at us, bellowing “Hello my children!” […]

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Singing for the Minister (I)

By Egan Tabaro: “Today is going to be a special day for all of you,” said Teacher Eudia, our Science teacher “I hope you are all well prepared!” Well prepared indeed! We have spent many hours a day after school rehearsing for the songs we are to sing at the Independence Day celebrations at the District Boma Grounds. Each year, […]

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Tears in my hands

Egan Tabaro: Lone drink on the table Man of my dreams seated across I gave my heart, ardor and body to him Now he looks back at me wondering why I cry The wells of his love for me have finally gone dry   My head is bowed Pain's fell clutch grips me Those moments we had together Will be […]

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Matilda

By Egan Tabaro: Matilda! There is a word I'd like to say to you But unfortunately I cannot say it here Yet many would agree and say it is true But I can't wait to get this loud and clear That word is true of you and rhymes with “rich” It describes every marking of your vile humour The words […]

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