By Manzi Le Poète
Mom made me, hound made a little dog
God made mom and my past made
my history.
History are every one of the things
occurred previously.
My history as Black is more awful and my history as
Rwandan is most noticeably bad.
i’ve cried a great deal
I endured a great deal. Really I abhor
my history and this directs me
to keep it well for memory, my history
made my days dull, my history made
my life loaded with grieves , my history
made me hungry for hundred days, my
history made me say goodbye to the
one I never knew.
My history made my
Granny puppy’s lunch for 100days.
I’ve thumped down, pursued here and there
because of my identity and the way I’m
shaped .
We didn’t get our parent’s affection
as it was assumed coz of the history.
I’m the father of myself,
i’m simply the mother of my coz of
the history .
History, history I despise u once more, you made me
your detainee, History you made me an
vagrant, you made father a detainee. History
you made mom slaughter dad might be she was frantic
History you put the city down.
In any case, my
tears made my quality and the absence of my
relatives made me work for their pride.
My days are
presently brilliant the sun is currently sparkling for the present also, the future .
God mends for real, History I used to despise you however at this point I truly
welcome the experience you gave which made me
work to fill the holes, and the point of confinement is no longer the sky.
Presently I realize the extraordinary present I have today is on the grounds that
of the awful past I had.
Rwanda is presently remade; Rwanda is currently sparkling not as gold however more.
Rwanda which is currently reconstructed is
Rwanda of expectation,
Rwanda of harmony,
Rwanda of riches,
Rwanda of security.
Rwanda is home
home is sweet and
I adore home Home sweet home
