Poem: Praise Song For Myself By Abuoya Eruot
of the man this boy is turning into/ how the rainbow crawls on two knees asking/
for his permission before publishing itself in the sky/
of the man this boy is turning into/ how the rainbow crawls on two knees asking/
for his permission before publishing itself in the sky/
The lotus lives in the head of the water and the sun lives there too, like it does wherever beauty is resident. And each time it smiles at the lotus’s beauty, it warms the water’s heart and sets its blood rushing: secret of the making of the ripples on the surface of waters that lazied their flow.