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Sojourner’s Dream
Author:Angeline Bandon-Bibum
Type:Fiction
Category:Romance
Publisher:Bandon Press
Copyright: 2006

Paperback: 222 pages
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0977758605
ISBN-13: 978-0977758609

Sojourner Brown, a shy graduate student, meets and falls in love with Joseph Kalisa. Joseph is a debonair corporate lawyer who works for a large and prestigious law firm in Washington, D.C. A sweet romance slowly blooms. However, Sojourner and Joseph must confront their past before they can look forward to their future. Sojourner must also develop the strength she'll need to be Joseph's wife, as Joseph is forced to face rivers of blood and hills covered with the corpses of the innocent in his native land of Rwanda.

Sojourner's Dream was published by Bandon Press in 2006. Cover design was created by Deborah Hopping and cover illustration by Lashaun Beal and Interior design by Lisa Jeter.

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Name: Sojourner’s Dream
Author:Angeline Bandon-Bibum
Type:Fiction
Category:Romance
Publisher:Bandon Press
Copyright: 2006

Paperback: 222 pages
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0977758605
ISBN-13: 978-0977758609

Sojourner’s Dream is an excellent romantic story of Sojourner Brown, a shy grad student, and Joseph Kalisa, a debonair DC lawyer. Sojourner's Dream was published by Bandon Press in 2006. I especially like the way Angeline Bandon-Bibum has included poetry in her first novel entitled: Sojourner’s Dream. My favorite poem that was published in her novel was “Watutsi Warriors of Yore”.

Watutsi Warriors of Yore is an outstanding poem that is full of vivid imagery and strength. It’s cultural aspects adds an extra flavor the poem and to her first novel “Sojourner’s Dream.”
Cover design was created by Deborah Hopping and cover illustration by Lashaun Beal and Interior design by Lisa Jeter. It consists of 222 pages.

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Five Stars Rating
- Reviewed by Afrika Midnight Asha Abney
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Blood for the People, An Excerpt from Sojourner’s Dream

Blood for the People, An Excerpt from Sojourner's Dream
by Angeline Bandon-Bibum
“Maybe we should leave. My uncle has invited us to go to France with him,” said Mother.
“I am not leaving Rwanda. I am a Rwandan, and this is my country,” said Father.
“But they are going to kill us,” said Mother.
“Let’s persevere,” said Father. “More than half of the school is Hutu now, and the people are happy about that. They seem grateful for that change.”
“We should go to France,” said Mother. “ I don’t like the way they look at us.”
“Enough. I have been to France, and I do not wish to live there,” said Father.
“ I read it is beautiful,” said Mother.
“Beautiful? It is modern. The architecture is beautiful,” said the Father.
“ I lived there as a student. I didn’t like the way I felt there though, like I did not exist.
It is a place where a black man becomes invisible, or a charicature. No…Rwanda is beautiful, naturally beautiful. The hills, the greenness of everything.. I am home here.”
“I’m afraid,” said Mother. “Things are so different now. Most of the children in your school are Hutu now, and some of the neighbors here hate us.”
“ I know, but most of the parents are good people. I am teaching their children.Many have brought us gifts. One woman even said that she misses the Mwami,” said Father.
The Mother still looked worried, but she bowed to her husband, as a dutiful Tusti wife does.
The mother was teaching her son how to pray the rosary when he smelled the smoke. He knew that his mother could smell it, too, because she stood up and rushed to the front yard. He ran to her side, and they both stood in horror. The son of a Hutu plantation worker, same running up to their home.
“Madam!Madam! The school is burning! The Master is there!” shouted the child. He was a boy of six,two years older than her son.
His mother screamed and ran in the direction of the school.

Copyright © 2005 by Angeline Bandon-Bibum

Watutsi Warriors of Yore

Watutsi Warriors of Yore
by Angeline Bandon-Bibum

The Watutsi warrior stood, with a spear in his hand,
With the grace of a woman, but the strength of a man.
In ceremonial regalia, he dances.
With a smile on his face, he prances.
The Watutsi warrior is thin and tall,
From my imagination he will never fall
From his wooden pedestal.
He is more than a sculpture in a museum.
He represents an ancient black people,
Flesh, blood, and beauty.
To write this poem is my duty.

Copyright © 2005 by Angeline Bandon-Bibum

An Excerpt, Sojourner’s Dream

Sojourner Brown felt giddy as a tall, dark brown complexioned attorney approached her in the law library of Livingston & Richards, a corporate law firm. Livingston & Richards was located in Washington, D.C., in an office building on Pennsylvania Avenue across the street from The Old Post Office Pavilion. The location was in walking distance to The White House, The Capitol, and The Supreme Court. That she was in close proximity to these institutions made Sojourner feel like she was in the center of the world’s most important location.

The attorney approaching Sojourner was a lean man with an angular, boyish face and an aquiline nose. As the attorney approached Sojourner, he seemed to grow with each step. Sojourner estimated that he was about six foot four inches tall. She stood behind the counter of the law firm library, where she worked part time as a library assistant. The attorney’s name was Joseph Kalisa, and he was a new associate attorney at Livingston & Richards. Joseph’s name was included in the monthly employee newsletter, along with a note about the universities from which he had graduated, and his native country in Africa, Rwanda.

“Good Morning, Miss,” Joseph Kalisa said. His voice was low and soothing. Sojourner detected a rich foreign accent. “Hi, Mr. Kalisa, how are you?” Sojourner said. “Fine, thank you. I would like to check out these books, please,” Joseph said, glancing quickly at the books he held in his arms.

Joseph wore a chocolate brown three-piece suit, which seemed to be fresh from the racks of a couture designer’s studio, and a cream-colored dress shirt with a matching cream-colored silk tie. The cream and brown colors accented his smooth complexion, creating a vanilla and chocolate effect that made Sojourner’s mouth water. However, on the outside Sojourner was cool and professional.

Sojourner opened the circulation binder and proceeded to show Joseph how to check out books from the library. Joseph signed his name for each book that he checked out, and she watched him. Joseph’s long, elegant fingers curled delicately around his expensive looking gold pen, showing clean, well-groomed fingernails. Ostensibly, Sojourner watched Joseph as if to help him in case he had questions about checking out the books.

Standing near Joseph, Sojourner absorbed his scent, a light, clean, woody fragrance. His hair was closely cropped and neat, with a healthy sheen. Joseph carried himself with the dignity of royalty, and his disposition was serious and reserved. Although he made eye contact with Sojourner, his facial expression was almost blank. His dark eyes gazed, not at her, but through her. She was transparent to him, she thought. Sojourner was intrigued.

Quickly glancing at her clothes, Sojourner thought about what she wore that day, a pale yellow oxford shirt, beige gabardine pants, and brown Penny loafer shoes. The faux pearl necklace that she wore matched her faux pearl earrings. She was glad that she had taken some extra time that morning to style her hair in a chignon.

Copyright © 2005 by Angeline Bandon-Bibum

PROLOGUE

Prologue
by Angeline Bandon-Bibum

As she dreamed, she saw a handsome man walking through a tropical rain forest. The man wore military fatigues, and his boyish face glistened with sweat. Carrying an AK-47, he walked in a direction parallel to a stream. She noticed that the stream was red with blood. There was a primordial greenness and moistness about the forest. She could feel the thick, warm air. A monkey, sitting on a tree branch, yawned lethargically, as it watched the man walk by. The man started to run, and it seemed that he was pursuing someone. Suddenly, the forest gave way to a clearing. She saw the man stop running and look around. Green hills were everywhere. Then she saw the corpses of men, women, children, and babies. Some were clothed, and some were partially clothed. It was like a sea of human corpses, covering the hills; the people were so freshly killed that she hoped and anticipated that the bodies would move at any moment. However, to her despair, the bodies did not move. They just bled and began to rot. She wanted to call the man in her dream, as she saw him looking down at his military boots; blood had splattered over his boots. He looked up to the sky. Then he grasped the rosary around his neck and prayed. She heard him whispering the prayer of St. Michael the Archangel.

Copyright © 2005 by Angeline Bandon-Bibum

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