ROBBED ME

 

I ran, ran For my life until my legs became numb. 

Primal instincts took over guided by the fear of death. Fear became apart of me. 

I lost myself. 

       Murdered were many persons

       All left were bones

       Only through clothes could we recognise our people 

My soul was broken to pieces seeing everything that I believed in shattered. I pretended I was alright and kinda forgot, I was a broken mess. But everytime this year, that I tried to sink (Soul’s Insanity) comes back to the surface. 

father always told me “love everyone because twese turibene Kanyarwanda”. 

Where is the love? 

I asked myself.

                                                                                                                                  --Yęn--