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POEM: DREAMS IN 24 HOURS
In the middle of the night
So soon as the clock strikes in the morning
I heard a dream
I dreamt of a life where I can see
All the things of fantasy
I dreamt of things that get in reel
Where everything looks so surreal
I dreamt of things that I don’t have
Where I can find some peace of mind not hearted
I dreamt and fulfilled my desires that my dreams will be a reality in 24 hours
I find myself still awake
Tossing and turning
Thinking and thinking about the day that awaits
When my mind was against me
My mother immediately called me, you, take knowledge
You will eventually find your euphoric key
With this pen
You just need to hold on, hold on
I was at varsity in my comfort zone.
I never knew the reality.
My dreams were unlimited.
The Sky was the limit.
I never knew that today I would be
Sitting here unemployed, so hopeless, comfortless
and ashamed of myself.
Not interested
We regret to inform you that
We are sorry we are not hiring at this time
Getting that email over and over again made me cry in vain
The reality is
To be employed is not about how much you know, but who you know
Corruption, nepotism, ignorance
were the walls that pushed me down into the vanity
Blindfolding me from every reality
it made me fall and never let me stand tall.
All my dreams started fading away
Unemployment became the cause of poverty, conflicts, depression,
Street kids everywhere, children crying,
people dying of hunger
no one is there to hold one’s hand, people became beasts.
I couldn’t just sit and watch others suffering
you got two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
Why be so hopeless to think you can depend on others?
With this equipment, you are satisfied,
to start for the top and say “I can.”
Invention, creativity, innovation
Is how we make it happen.
Removing our hands from our pockets and hold each other
Supporting made in Rwanda
Forward climbing the mountain of the development of so-called iterambere, none is left behind
The chains of holding hands are clear as we are clean
No matter how strong the thunder is
There is no anyone willing to unhold till we reach at the top together
Kugasongero kubunyarwanda.