Story 2

 A Tribe of African Men are sitting around a Camp fire

Each one Comes before the fire and Speaks.
Finally the great Young Warrior Speaks
He Rip his heart out of his chest and tells The Tribe
I have the greatest heart in our Tribe He Proclaims.
Everyone Agrees how great his heart is but One Lone Man .

The Old Alder of the tribe.
When He Speaks up there hush from the Tribe.
He Step up to the young man rips his heart out
it is not nice looking it been broken and rip and Tore.
He Said my heart is the greatest one in our Tribe..

The Young man Says your heart is so Ugly
It beaten and damaged. and is not nice to look at.
My Son …where see Damage and Ugliness
I see where I have given my heart away
it was Returned broken
Mended and Given away again and again
Every Broken peace you’ll a Peace of some else Heart in it place.
I loved and lost and only to Loved again
this why my heart is the Greatest in our Tribe my son.
You have lose love to gain who you are .
This why my heart is greatest in our Tribe
I loved and loss only to love again.
The Tribe Agrees and Sings in his Honour till the fire goes out.