When the bwisagu is arrive
Flat-shaped cake make lovely
Make rice cake
Bwisagu season in the new water
Fish swimming like kuria labeo
First month of the year, new season
In the queue, we must ask for
Heart of happiness from the heart
Sad and sadness to leave this life
In the queue, we must dance
When the bwisagu is arrive
Flak-shaped cake make lovely
Make rice cake
In the queue, we must ask for

A poem and tribute to my Nana Lilly Murdoch Sokimi. After nearly six years, we’ve fulfilled her wish, laying her ashes to rest on her island home, a place I knew only through her stories but have now walked myself #kuria #kiribati

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For you my beloved Nana you are cherished ❤️🌴

I miss you so much, but my heart knows you’re at peace and no longer at fuss

You’re laid to rest on Kuria, the island you love. Home with your beloved ones, safe in the stars above.

I miss you nana but I know you’re home

I sit on the beach, the sand warms beneath me. Your tales of old times dance in the waves of the sea

I miss you nana but I know you’re home

I wish you were here, right by my side,
But I feel you watching, with love as my guide.

I miss you nana but I know you’re home

Riding on the back of a motorbike, wind in my face, I see you in the land, in every sacred place.

I miss you nana but I know you’re home

The coconut trees sway gently, I’ll never forget whispering your tales you told me as a child oh how I fret.

I miss you nana but I know you’re home

I walk on the beach where the sand holds your steps and I hear your laughter, your glories in depths.

I miss you Nana but I know you are here
Kuria, your home, your land holds you now, in its warm, endless way.

In the heart of this island, where families join you by your side and love will never fade away .

You are home, my dearest Nana, you are home, my heart aches to say, forever here and my heart you will always stay.

From Fiji to Kuria we have reached the shores, May you Rest in eternal peace my dearest Nana on this sacred island of yours.

Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Not to be confused with Koro (disease).
Kuru

Specialty Neuropathology, infectious disease
Symptoms Body tremors, random outbursts of laughter, emotional degradation, gradual loss of coordination
Complications Infection and pneumonia during the terminal stage.
Usual onset Approximately 10-50 years after initial exposure.
Duration 11–14 month life expectancy after onset of symptoms[1]
Causes Transmission of infected prion proteins
Risk factors Cannibalism
Diagnostic method Autopsy
Differential diagnosis Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease
Prevention Avoiding practices of cannibalism
Treatment Supportive care
Prognosis Fatal
Frequency Rare
Deaths Approximately 2,700 as of 2005
Kuru is a rare, incurable, and fatal neurodegenerative disorder that was formerly common among the Fore people of Papua New Guinea. Kuru is a form of prion disease which leads to tremors and loss of coordination from neurodegeneration. The term kúru means “trembling” and comes from the Fore word kuria or guria ("to shake").[2][3] It is also known as the "laughing sickness" due to the pathologic bursts of laughter which are a symptom of the infection.

It is now widely accepted that kuru was transmitted among the Fore people via funerary cannibalism. Deceased family members were traditionally cooked and eaten, which was thought to help free the spirit of the dead.[4] Women and children usually consumed the brain, the ***** in which infectious prions were most concentrated, thus allowing for transmission of kuru. The disease was therefore more prevalent among women and children.