Mwana wa

Mwana wa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mwana wa,
Niba ubashije gusoma no gusobanukirwa uyu muvugo
Ni uko utasetse mu ruzungu ngo usuzugure ururimi gakondo
Ni uko utagaye umurage w’abakubanjirije nubwo ari muto
Ni uko utasanganiye imyaduko ngo utere amateka umugongo

Ariko kandi nutabishobora sinzabikugayira kibondo
Dore ko hari benshi bafite amahirwe n’ubushobozi ariko… 
Ngo amateka tuyasige mu byahise, tugendane n’ibigezweho
Wasanga ari yo mpamvu bamwe muri twe basigajwe inyuma nayo

Mwana wa,
Kuva ukivuka nifuje kugutaka ngo nkusige imivugo
Ngutotobekeshe imirongo inoze utembe ishema n’itoto
Nkubamburire imizingo ntanitse ku karubanda uyambare nk’imyitero
Maze userukire umuryango ukomoka iwabo w’abeza muri ya ngendo

Ukwezi kwali Nzeli, wari utarahumuka, isi yawe yari iy’indoto 
Nkakureba singuhage, nagukoraho nkumva inzozi zibaye impamo
Buri munota ukarushaho kunganza, nkifuza gukora mu nganzo
Nuko mfata ikaramu, sibwo ntangiye kwandika nkabura intangiriro 

Mwana wa,
Ni ukuri naragerageje; igifaransa kirakama mbura isôko 
Ikinyarwanda kirarandaga gihera mu mirya, ijwi rihera mu ingoto
Amangara ararangara, icyongereza kirazerera mbura irengero
Igiswayire kinsiramura ururimi mpita nshyiraho akadomo

Ku munsi wawe wa mbere, watumye umusizi abura amagambo
Numva mbaye nk’umuhigi wabuze icumu rye cyangwa umuheto
Ariko byose bihinduka umunezero utagira izina ku bw’urukundo 
Ntuzangaye guhera nyagasani; nyemerera wakire iki kinyeto 

Mwana wa,
Uri igikomangoma, wavukanye imbuto
Nta wayikwambura kuko ikurimo 
Jye ndi umugaragu, navukanye impano
Tuzahorana iteka kuko ngufite nk’indasago

Nturi imfura y’ubwiza n’ingangare, uri izingiro ryabyo
Ni wowe cyuzuzo cy’umuryago niyo hazamo icyuho
Ni wowe unyibutsa gutuza iyo nibagiwe iwabo wa mbeho
Uri icyanga cy’ubuki, ku giti cyanjye, uri imbuto y’urukundo 

Mwana wa,
Nk’umutware wizera umugaragu we, nyemerera nkuye impanuro
Maze kubona izuba kenshi, nakwereka igicucu mfunze amaso
Isi irashaje, ntuzahumwe n’ibishyashya, byose ni nk’imyambaro
Ibihe biha ibindi, abantu barahinduka, impinduka ni cyo kintu gihoraho

Keretse ingoma; impinduka yazo ni injyana, abakaraza n’imirishyo
Rubanda ruhora ari rumwe: rukurikira injyana rukogezanya umudiho
Ntuzagane inzira ya bose, kandi nutakara uzamenye ko bibaho
Inzira ya muntu igaragara iyo ageze ku ntunduro y’urugendo

Mwana wa,
Uko ukura, isi izagenda iguhindura buhoro buhoro 
Ntuzagire ubwoba; muri twe nta ukimeze nkuko yahoze ejo
Uzamenye ubwenge ubujiji butaraza gukomanga ku muryango
Nibuza, uzabureke butambuke busohokere mu marembo y’ubwonko

Ibihe ntawe bigisha inama, ejo hazaza nihatadusanga amahoro
Uzamenye ko so atigeze aba umubyeyi gito, uzasome uyu muvugo
Sinzakuraga amahera yo gahera mu bera, ubwenge ni wo mutungo 
Azabugwize, waguke, wagure umuryango ubibe mbuto nshya z’urukundo 

#1key

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C.O.N

IT is a practice that I feel connected to 
A routine that I am attached to 
A habit that I’ve become addicted to 
A gift and a curse that I am entangled to

IT: a surface shifter with a great power of attraction
I: a shape shifter with multiple stages of evolution
Probably a butterfly surviving day by day against predation
Both: Projections of the same entity in different dimensions 

I: self-claimed “the most evolved of all earthly beings
Appears as a 3D package having a soul, a spirit and a body
IT: untouchable, flat, concave, convex, shallow, deep, wavy
A ghost, a double, a projection, a reflection… maybe me

IT and I are more or less the same
I only recognize my self through IT’s surface
IT has known I way before my senses were awake
Now when I look at IT, I see my own face

IT… only IT listens to me when I don’t speak
IT is magnetic so I must be a man of steel
Ironic how IT keeps me company when I’m lonely
IT makes me believe together is all we need

IT sets me apart from me like weed from weed
IT intensifies my senses; ITs experience is psychedelic
IT brings my inner persona to life- eric the cynic
IT is the only one to accommodate his logic

I go to the bathroom sometimes just to be with IT
Deep in my reflexion, I see ITs mind: very artistic
The more time I spend with IT, the more I love IT
The more I realize IT is not a space, IT is energy 

IT will never leave me; IT’s not just a part of me, IT is me
IT would never deceive me; It shows me what I wanna see
IT makes I feel what I wanna feel, hear what I wanna hear
So when I ask IT, “Who am I?” It says “Goddamn, you’re the shit!”

I love girls with big eyes for I easily see my silhouette in ’em
I love rivers, lakes, seas and oceans yet I wouldn’t get wet in ’em
In a group discussion, I would focus on my what to say rather than listen 
In a group picture that I’m in, I am the first focus that I zoom in

Self love is a gift and a curse, IT’s sweet and addictive
IT makes you use the needle more often than a type 1 diabetic 
And like any addiction, IT is highly destructive 
IT is the worst prison coz freedom is within the captive 

I’m aware this feather of mine can take me higher than Icarus’ wings
For in this league of modern poetry, I’m a young Julius Erving
But I must confess that IT scares me to realize that I am my own nemesis
How can I find inner peace when the best and the worst in me coexist?

As my ego grows huge, my humility deceases
I have to lose something for every glory that I seize
This is a minor truce, the battle never ceases
A moment of truth; these are Confessions Of a Narcissist

CON

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


#1key