Waking up every morning, to see the sun has set
Looking around, twist and yawn, the thermos is empty
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What a great day
When I am dead
When no longer need a bed
When I will be locked
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A layman am I an outcast, or nation's motto has changed?
In front of the secretary, a cheap man I stand
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This man who pulls my legs whenever I climb
This man who block the road when I pass
The man whose talks when I am gone
The man I fear the most
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When rainbow comes, sometimes I lost
To the marshland of my childhood
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When sunset arises I see them rising from the bush
Down the great river Nyabugogo with their frozen fingers
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I lived my early childhood as a refugee in DRC due to the genocide that was happening in Rwanda. After coming back i started my education in primary school, then in secondary school (from 2007-20012) and now a university graduate in National University of Rwanda. I am a young poet, author in progress and a journalist on local newspapers.)
Hungry For A Laughter
Waking up every morning, to see the sun has set
Looking around, twist and yawn, the thermos is empty
Take shower, approach wardrobe, white shirt and black trousers
Frown face, today's posho seems to far
Baby's school bag feels too torn
Cherie's stomach punching too soon
Mine head ought to lift these all
My cotton money dried one week ago
Face, Wrinkles have drawn too early
A laughter to me seems too bad
Though Bebe wishes too much
By Ferdinand Maniraguha