All too soon, it was time for the members of The Devil Wants Peace to leave. They had to be in another city for kwa the inayofuata day. The eight Marafiki alisema their goodbyes and parted ways. Not long after that, Paul got Nunavut's ashes. Erin asked, "How do wewe feel about it, Paul?" He said, "There is a sadness to it, but at the same time, I feel a comfort in knowing that Nunavut is nyumbani now." Carl asked, "Are wewe going to scatter his ashes?" Paul replied, "No, I'm going to place him on my bedroom shelf inayofuata to Yukon. It's only appropriate." Lola said, "It is very fitting. Yukon and Nunavut were very close." Paul nodded. He said, "Yes. It makes sense that they were close, especially considering the fact that they had matching names." After a pause, he said, "I think I can finally write a song for Nunavut." Paul grabbed his notebook and his guitar, and soon, some words came to him:
"The siku wewe left
Was a siku of sorrow.
I wish I could have another day.
Even then, it wouldn't be enough.
I didn't have enough time with you.
I upendo wewe and miss you.
But I know you're always with me.
You're always in my heart,
And in spirit we're never apart."
He let his mates listen to his new song. Erin said, "That's beautiful, Paul." Lola said, "Indeed." Carl nodded in agreement. After that, they went to the recording studio, thus completing their new album. They titled it "In Spirit We're Never Apart" in honor of Paul's song for Nunavut.
THE END
"The siku wewe left
Was a siku of sorrow.
I wish I could have another day.
Even then, it wouldn't be enough.
I didn't have enough time with you.
I upendo wewe and miss you.
But I know you're always with me.
You're always in my heart,
And in spirit we're never apart."
He let his mates listen to his new song. Erin said, "That's beautiful, Paul." Lola said, "Indeed." Carl nodded in agreement. After that, they went to the recording studio, thus completing their new album. They titled it "In Spirit We're Never Apart" in honor of Paul's song for Nunavut.
THE END
When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first siku of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I upendo wewe already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one siku when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school mwaka was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.