The ugly duckling

 

 I was in senior five when I first read the story of the ugly duckling and I really loved it. It captured my attention and there was surely something attractive about it but I was not sure of what it was. Later on, I discovered that I was to use it one day. Here I am now talking to you dear reader, hoping that through this your spirit will get uplifted.

Mother and father ducks had four beautiful ducklings and one adopted ugly duckling. That poor little thing was so ugly that no one wished to talk to him. Other ducklings were yellow while the ugly one was a bit brown. He was totally different from them and they were so unkind towards him. One day he decided to fly away from home hoping to find peace but everywhere he goes he was rejected due to the fact that he was ugly and different. Poor duck! To cut the story short, the ugly duckling finally found a place to live near a beautiful lake where he was to spend time alone. Then after some days on one fine morning, the ugly little duckling decided to look at his reflection in water and to his surprise, he found out that he was not a duck. He was a swan! A beautiful white swan mama mia!

Nowadays, society has its norms and criteria against which it defines what the ideal beauty and success should be. You will see some people bullying others and body shaming them. They be like look at your face, belly, height, cheeks, and so on. They laugh at beardless men; they laugh at fat women. There are a lot of motivational “wake up before 5:00 am “speakers and so on. What I want to say right now is this: beauty is an opinion, life has to be lived according to one’s terms and no one should dare compare you to anyone else.  Do not even insult yourself by comparing yourself to others for you are unique and there is surely beauty within. Take your time alone to admire yourself, your strengths, weaknesses and everything that makes you you.  Do not listen to your insecurities for they do nothing but draining your energy. Accept who you are, work for what you want and sooner or later, you will discover that being different isn’t actually a bad thing.

To a wild rose

 TO A WILD ROSE

Plucked out of nowhere,

Planted in a roundabout,

Everything is like a merry go round.

The world is busy dancing,

Seasons change in style but after all,

Everyone will toast to a wild rose.

She lied when she said she can tame a lion,

She boasted that she was a social creature.

She lied when she thought she can survive a cage,

Hardly did she knows she can't be tamed.

Hardly had she learned that she was a lioness who craved her own lane,

But yes, she too will toast to a wild rose.

To a wild rose that loves to be watched as it blooms from ashes and

To its fragrant healing petals.

To a wild rose , a pluviophile princess who fears thunders.

To a wild rose,  a jewel which is hard to find and impossible to forget.

I OF THE MOON( A poem dedicated to me by  ABCpoets )

They say it's hard to see the frame when you're in the picture

Stuck in here 

Quite and cold 

Eyes are heavy as if I'm going to cry cause every time I see you running

I can't talk

I can't walk

I can't work

My body's weak as church mouse but I am not afraid of you

You've learnt to swim in the ocean of sharks

Now... I am over the moon cause you got a new bike

Climbing like baboons

This track is a stack of smiling snakes if you can't be wise they will bite your bum

Be you

Be full of Beans

Do it

Find your feet

Go,run

Find your extra mile

Don't miss any

Don't miss the boat

Talk wise

Don't sit on the fence

Read their mind

Hit the books

Grab your pad and a pen

Poke your nose into it

Till I come rain and shine I'll see you in a heaven.

Awake ye mortals

 

 The Universe is multidimensional and the same applies to us children of the Universe. We have many versions, we can vibrate on any frequency of our interest, we can attract any kind of energy we want and we are absolutely limitless. The question is, once something though it may be as tiny as a microbe hold us back we then fail to use our full potentials. In us live two opposite forces which must be kept in balance so that we live well. Once one exceeds another then some sorts of problems arise. Those force are The good and The bad (Yin and Yang, Light and Darkness, Feminine and Masculine,) and they operate in us and it is absolutely okay. There is absolutely no such thing as sin (Nova, you’re probably high), there is only experience which is needed for our own growth. You can say that something is good or bad but it is the intention someone had while doing that thing that defines everything. Awake ye mortals

I have my life as a conspiracy theorist and I have my life as a religious woman and it sometimes become a challenge for me to choose which one to live at its fullest but after all I end up choosing living, experiencing things, growing, meditating and of course writing. The way that I sometimes feel that this life is all that there is and the way I think that life is endless makes me wonder if life has even a meaning. I badly want to criticize and shake every belief and theory that people have in God or life. Some comedies never cease to amaze me, all based on some sort of guy who died for people ‘s sins (Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Lord of Lord, King of Kings, Prince of Peace and the last but not the least the Lion of Juda). There are a lot of lies associated with this but since thinking is considered as a sin, I’ll say no more.  What I want to say is this: please do not hold yourself back from criticizing, thinking and questioning. It is not a sin. If something is worth believing, then it surely won’t be vulnerable to critics. it will pass the tests and still be convincing. If God knew that wondering and questioning his existence would be a sin, then why would he have placed a brain in our skulls? Peace be upon you, I wish you growth and abundance.

RAIN DROPS

 

Hello everyone. Muraho! Here is another poems collection in English and  in Ikinyarwanda. Enjoy and do not hesitate to ask me the meaning ...☺

MY COLORLESS INNER BUTTERFLY

Mine is not blue as Charles's

Mine is probably colorless

Mine has already accepted  the fact that it has to be hidden.

Mine will only reveal itself to few trusted people who won't judge.

Mine has wings but it's not a bird

Mine is probably a butterfly

Mine cries its eyes out sometimes when it rains

Mine dances  only to melodies which speak to the heart.

Mine looks innocent but deep down it is stained

Mine has flaws , mine always want to go unnoticed but alas it glows ,shines and gets caught off guard

Mine sometimes want to give up and escape but some sort of invisible ropes tied around its neck pull it back

Mine is a mischief, mine is stubborn.

Mine loves arguments but it ends up holding itself back for the sake of maintaining the "image"

Mine finds it enjoyable to upset me by creating scenes that won't probably happen.

Mine ends up hurting others when it gets hurt

Whenever we talk, we all burst into

 tears. We never understand each other but yet we love each other so tenderly.

YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE

I may not be the richest

I may not be the most beautiful

I may not have sweet voice

I may look weak and vulnerable

I may not be able to reach everyone

But I'm sure my poetry will help me touch all of you

I'll be your friend

I'll be your company

I'll be your pillow to hug for comfort

I'll be the bridge to your dreams

I'll make sure that you are safe.

Like Van Allen belt, i will protect your heart

I will make you believe in love again

I will tie you carefully with strings of hope

I will never let you go down as long as muse runs in me.

Do not worry because neither pride nor death will do us apart because:

As long as poetry resides in me, I will pour myself on papers so that them papers will comfort you after I'll be gone.

When I'll be gone my dear, burn me and let the wind spread my ash for the world to breathe in love and hope.

THE DIVINE COMEDY

Awake ye mortals, till when will you keep  slumbering ?

The fruit of knowledge ye have devoured but yet you still call 'em patri

You are the lost sheep who keep running away, hiding  from the Father, throwing yourself at the mercy of fear, guilty and shame.

Ye keep believing in divine comedy where the main actor is  some angry guy with beard who lives up there.

Awake ye mortals and tap into your knowledge and wisdom.

Grab the fruit of life and eat it the way you like or even drink it.

Awake and hear me as I remind you who you really are. You are eternal creatures of love and light.

YA SHUSHO WANSIZEMO

 

Icyo wansizemo kiransindisha, icyakugize umusizi ngaha ndagisiguye!

Burya warisize ariko ntuzagaruka ngo wisange ahubwo uwo wisizemo azagusanga.

Ntiwisize mu nyuguti ariko amaraso yuwo wisizemo yahindutse wino asesekara hose

Ubu wiswe irindi zina n’imisozi iragusingiza!

Aho bucyera ijoro tuzaricamo kabiri ijuru turitobore kuko turambiwe ubutindi budutoza kuvuga ko itahe ari ubusa. Harya ngo ritabaye ubusa twaritaha cyangwa wowe ukadutahaho?

Twarategereje turaheba tuvumbura ko ari amayeri nuko twese umugambi uba kuzakubwira urwo twahuye narwo.

 

 IJORO

 

Ijoro rirashukana ariko ga Ruremabintu!

Riguhuhisha akayaga mu maso,rigusiga utuvuta rikakunogereza maze ryakugeza iyo rikugeza rikagusiga wiseka kuko uba usanze wishukaga.

Riguhamya inigi mu ijosi rikakumara ubwoba ukagwa mu ntege ibihomora.

Rirakwatsa ukagurumana ugatwika ibyo ubonye rikajya aho rikurora neza rikaguseka kuko riba rizi ibyo rigukoreye.

Riguha agacuma ugasoma ugacurura ugahaguruka ugaceza wamara kuzunga muzunga rikaguceka ukagarura ubwenge.

Iyo ribishatse rikwambura inkindi rikakwambika inyonga ryarangiza rikakoshya gukora ibyo ushaka kuko riba ryaguhinduye ukundi.

Ijoro ubwo wowe urarizi? Uziko ryagushuka ukazimurira abazimu mu ndaro!? Rirakuzimiza ukaba wahasiga ubuzima.

Ntukabone ryakubereye inshuti ngo rirakungura inama ryamara kukuzuza uruvange rw’ibitekerezo mu mutwe ukazinduka urega agatuza ujya kurega uwo uregaho!

Yewe ga joro reka nkureke ibyawe sinabibara ngo mbivemo.

 

  CYO IYIZIRE BAMBE

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Dore ubusanzwe uranshimuta  ukanshushubikanya ntanasezeye abo navugishaga,

Unyambutsa inzuzi ukanta mu gihugu cy’inzozi simenye nuko nahageze.

 

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Cyo iyizire bambe noneho untware unyereke  ikiraro  gihuza ab’iyo nab’ino.

Iyizire unyereke ububiko bw’inzozi maze undeke nihitiremo izo nshaka kandi ntunyakure.