T.B.D/ To be Determined
By: Rosine Izerumukiza
“Hey, mind if I talk to you for a second”? He said,
“Only for the ghosts”, I replied,
He found me on the streets, poor me forgot,
Mama is strict,
Too lost in his sight and sighs,
His charming smile, calling for sins,
I had to scram before the next mistake,
But, the devil got all control.
I bow down to pay my respect,
Still, I don’t know what to expect,
My wishes, not even imagination can conjure.
….
Isn’t illusion Godsent?
Creating the best evanescent moments,
And burning them all down in the next second?
At no cost or custody,
I am stuck in painful exultation,
Calling the heavens to remember their existence,
Recalling the tides and offerings of Abraham,
Asking Allah to furnish the misfortunes,
May Buddha provide the bread,
Otherwise, I will beg or bet.
At least there is a little candle within,
Hopefully, It will find a lighter someday,
Someday, the glow will escalate,
The fear of losing what I never had.
…
Terrified of the holes left by broken promises,
Reluctant to collect the left-overs,
Lost trust in imagination,
I await the scene of the ignition.
Ruefulness runs away,
Enfeebleness won’t find a way,
…..
Hail success,
Be my ride,
One real talk won’t hurt,
Mulungu keeps my pride.
Then I will go back to the streets,
Throw my seeds to the site,
And call you by name,
Surely, you won’t be able to resist.
…..
Will you hold on a bit more?
Open your world to the dark shades?
Let your eyes take me in,
Drive me away from the norms,
Help me find a better home,
Make my presence a decent one.
….
Full devotion, get me an idol,
No celebrations, I’ll be low-key,
Just promise me to stay,
I will do my best and obey,
Honestly, I’m broke not broken,
…..
Or probably the twain.
