Season Of My Childhood Poem by Maniraguha Ferdinand

When rainbow comes, sometimes I lost

To the marshland of my childhood

When the rain were pounding

Stretching our little hands to collect white snow,

Begging God to let them in a little more.


When a ring bells, I wish I was a kid

That lad in a Kaki uniform

With my sisters wandering in a yard

With their long blue colored dresses

Singing Mbe Kanyamanza keza in a great unison.


I miss those days of cattle out,

Herd of cows mowing and grazing

Down the valleys and mountains

Red sorghum farms as our hiding place

After roasting sweet potatoes

In a well crafted hard earth.


We lived a livable time

That has no mark of memory

Only tears can explain

A hollow vacuum of nostalgia

That this growing up has dug in our hearts.