The song arises from what has gone before and it leads to what follows.
NGUGI WA THIONG’O, Decolonizing the Mind, p. 451
ONE DAY IN late October 2012, when my husband, Petna Ndaliko Katondolo, and I were living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, we came home to a series of missed calls from our family in Goma, which is the capital city of the North Kivu Province in the east of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It was when the M23 rebel army was advancing on the city, and we were worried that a family member had been injured or killed. For more than twelve hours we called repeatedly, our panic mounting as we failed to reach anyone. When, eventually, we got my mother-in-law on the phone, we skipped the usual formalities and demanded, with urgent concern, “...
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