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By Julius Malah Matete Munthali Ashes of a fallen son of Rukungiro village was all that hang in the air Hymns, those provoking tears filled the air Prayers, prayers resonated the air Many in paying their last respects, stepped back and forth, stirring dust in the air "A.E. really gone!" uncertainty at the necropolis engulfed the air