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(Stanza 1 – Bob Mugaba)
Rising up early before the sound ringing of the alarm
Wondering if invisible false tingling sense jus bit my underarm
My body soul pain jetting up in fire like I need a firearm
Engulfed in a state I wonder if it wasn’t self momified embalmed
They say I will be lucky if I put first my foot left on the ground
But the right one didn’t right things to give me a crown
Dad! Dad!! My kid in the other room will make a ply round
Gettin up,walkin up in the boy’s room echoin of walls rebound
What is up my son? Dad I saw a spider on the fourth cupboard corner
Lookin down sighing to see the now three lefted feet cupboard couldn’t make a move
As the broke fourth foot got nothing but shadowed length to lose
Findin no other words to say but keepin my cool
While preparing my boy to make it a day at the school
While fixing up the three feet prob with what’s left of the stool
Feelin my hands full but the joy of seein him rises and fool for a day deathcrew
Kid at heart wit a joy of a superhero for a moment morning cartoons
Gettin his bag,dad let’s go I don’t wanna get late for class by Miss Spoon
Cracking down knuckles holdin and wishing him luck while while walkin at the bus station
Battling everyday minimum wage like a miss-the-bus day
Were we meant to be this?live like it’s a not a hustle everyday day
Crossing legs long jumpin bus gate,two francs to the next stop
Sitting by the window mirroring transparent former old job
Turned into a senseless gone with the wind blow nonstop
They say they r closing the business no more revenue
Why is that they still sellin smokinpots at my desk venue?
Drifting eyes wide open,when I saw this lady by the window corner view
Lookin at me wit the tense deep sense of Deja vu..
(Stanza 2 – Vaggy Gisa)
The sun is up again
No pain,no gain!
My pain resides
In opening my eyes…
This world haven’t
Been on my side for a while now!!
I had it all…
I wasn’t grateful at all…
Was my definition…
I would catch attention!
I was admired,
But not ignored!
In front of my mirror,
Or the rest of it…
My wrinkles are the horror
I face at every rising
As a remainder
Of my scars!
I don’t need no redeemer.
At every rising,
I hope it was the last.
Covering up this itching
In clothes fast,
To get back
To the breeze!!
Are my besties!
Because my eyes
Is it not funny?
I hate rising
I rush to go make
This life happen!
Taking a last breath
Before I walk out…
I open my curtains
So the sun hits!!
But the least
To do is to make
(Stanza 3 – Bob Mugaba)
Little did they know
Myself lookin thru this trivia, seeing/feeling her
Sounded visual sweet comin from miss Ipanema
Nzahabonimana she was telling me
Word from a heart coming from the querida
A sight of Deja vu unlocking some memories
Untold dreams 28 years ago in Burundi
Never knw later I will soil the foot on kunduchi
Hotel by the shore of the indian ocean in Tanzania
Eating fish and drinking margarita
Laying my eyes on her tryin to decipher by the bus window
Was she playing mandolin, cello or harmonica?
She put a sense of invisible strings of enigma
This is my dejavu-chronology-phobia
(Stanza 4 – Vaggy Gisa)
Why my eyes are meeting yours?
The right question is
Why my eyes can’t get enough of yours?
I don’t get it!
Is this a lesson of their God?
-Not given any reason to believe in IT!!-
Is an IT for me…
Let me shock you another day!
In the darkness
Of your sight,
I have found my brightness.
Crying for recognition…
I die for attention
For your recognition!!
I want to be the one u SEE
To be the one u SEEK!
I am sick…
Only your odor
In the flavor
Of the breeze,your sex appeal
In my palm!!
I will shine
For the sake of this short-circuit
In the pursuit
Of this journey!
[Their] God might be good!
Will be your name!!