“Why be merry when faced with death,” I asked Kenneth.
“There’s no point in brooding over things we cannot change,” he answered. “We should make these last moments count.”
“What do you want to do?”
“This ain’t a song for the brokenhearted,” he began.
“No silent prayer for the faith-departed.”
“I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd.” I joined in
“You’re gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud.” We blared at the top of our lungs.
“It’s my life.”
“It’s now or…..” The cave collapsed.
A Fire in the Mind of Eve Muyanja 
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