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Text messages I send you invite your reply I ask how you are. I hope you are well I long for a reply. I wait for your word I hear the music of your voice in your text messages  I see your lips flick in text messages you seldom send To wait burns in my heart, I fear a heartbreak Feeling of slight lingers peripheral for hours, days The it comes, my heart jumps in a way I can't do justice to explain.  Of recent you don't reciprocate. The waiting pains like patience, my heart sees your stiff mien walk away from me into the darkness of the formless crowd whilst clouds hover over cover my heart in gloom. Days on end.  Times on end, you snub. It hurts to see your name, I delete it  From my phones to forget but I don't do quite much You may see these words if ever they come out You may decipher your address in them if ever your wits Care to you may feel a faint glow for me in your heart if  Ever you have a vague wish to

Flames of ❤

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Flames of ❤  When my heart dots on you When my eyes take just a glimpse of you When my ears perceive the sweet incense of your name When in my bed images of you dance with me Dazzling in the dim beam in front of my eyes When the dreams of my deep slumber you grace And my heartbeat sounds your presence in my future  In my heart there is a roaring flame A mighty fire rising like the Atlantic  Razing out like a swift gale from the raging sea  My heart is a furnace If my heart were a jungle It would now be ashes The fiery flames of your love having consumed it.     04/04/2017

28/12/2021

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I don't like mentioning my name. I fear mentioning my name. What's your name? You ask. Apollo Gideon Odongo. I say. I whisper. Where do you come from? This is why I hate mentioning my name. I come from Amuru. I say. I whisper. Amuria? Not Amuria. Can't you have just a bit of wit? Which part of Amuria? You insist. Not Amuria. I say. I stress it. You shake your head and look away. Why do you begin to ask me? Why if only you really do to find my place on the margins? Which language do you speak? Are you Etesot? You pester. This is shit. Why do you want my language? I can't ever tell you that. I am Etesot born in the City. I have no village. But I can't tell you that either. You won't ever believe it however silly you may be. I won't speak. I am from the City. I say. I stay in Town View. I whisper. You nod in bewilderment. The scar on my neck frightens you with vague memories you heard in rumours. You snigger to yourself at me. At everything beyond m...

More themes from Julius Ocwinyo's FOOTPRINTS OF THE OUTSIDER: poverty, suffering and disillusionment. You can use these as lesson notes without a hassle.

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Firstly, Footprints of the Outsider has the theme of poverty. Poverty is shown in the circumstances that surround the birth of Abudu Olwit. He is born in a little mud walled hut with a grass thatch covering riddled with holes. Olwit is born outside the hospital which implies the absence of basic health services to the people of Teboke or the inability of Olwit's mother Alicinora to afford appropriate maternal health care. Poverty is portrayed in the way Olwit's umbilical cord is bound. It is bound using sisal string and he is dipped in tepid swamp water and washed without soap. The water is not warm enough and there is no soap at all. Soap is a basic need every household should have. It's absence in Alicinora's home at the time of Olwit's birth emphasises the theme of poverty. Alicinora is abjectly poor. Additionally, while in senior two, Olwit is frequently sent home from school for non payment of fees. At school he wears only shorts instead of trousers and bathroo...

FOOTPRINTS OF THE OUTSIDER

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Footprints of the Outsider is a book by Julius Ocwinyo, a Ugandan novelist and poet who works as an editor with Fountain Publishers Uganda.  It tells the story of Abudu Olwit, who is born to a drunken and immoral single mother, Alicinora. Olwit goes to school against great odds and achieves a Bachelor of Arts in Economics of Makerere University. This sets the ground for his first encounter with his demigod area MP the honorable Mike Adoli-Awal and the whole meeting is creepy. Adoli-Awal refuses to help Olwit.   Olwit and Adoli-Awal grow to become sworn enemies because Adoli-Awal believes Olwit is determined to take over his coveted parliamentary seat. Adoli-Awal trumps up charges against Olwit and gets him arrested and remanded at Luzira Prison for 18 months. On his release, Olwit decides to challenge Adoli-Awal for their constituency parliamentary position. This political match is marred by whooliganism, democratic mediocrity, domineering and tyranny. Adoli-Awal t...