It is a state of uncertainty about life,
It is a natural feeling that we sometimes have,
Questions frequently asked before falling in love,
Thoughts one has before they are ready to give,
It is not a cause one can use to forgive,
It is a snare that an enemy may weave,
It is that longing for a super relief,
Should we take a stand for what we believe?
Would we get the sand out of our shoes?
Are we full of questions or just misunderstood,
Are we too impatient and often doomed?
Should we stop or go things never done before,
Must we cop with the society or must we accept the variety,
The variety of faces races and embraces,
Dilemma is what the world faces today,
Fame is what’s expected and respected anyway,
Known to many loved by few I wish I only knew,
Dilemma is what’s new dilemma is not a life for me and you
By ISSAI

The phone rang and no one dared to pick it up,
All they said, they had heard and seen enough,
Was it a call meant for them or for us?
A nation out of peace, liberty and unity,
A nation formed from the dreams of our fathers,
A dream manifested by the unification of tribes and ethnicity,
Breaking down segregation and discrimination,
Black, white, yellow, red and plain,
Embraced and unified as one for the greater good,
But our father said do not be fooled,
For it is not always as it appears to be,
Unity could be pleasing to you and me,
Alas!! tyranny is just lurking around waiting for an opportunity,
Our father called to warn us but no one picks up,
Perhaps tyranny is sitting silent by the phone,
Perhaps it’s our greed and pride that’s our enemy,
Could it be that we answered a call and it was a wrong number,
Asleep or awake from our slumber,
In darkness and poverty slums, crossroads,
Need us not to say but our suffering is for all to see,
A cry from the gutter heard but ignored,
A house will be strong if it survives an earthquake,
A nation will be torn if it embraces my faults,
Leaders will fall if they embezzle my thoughts,
But this is my phone call to my nation,
One last time before I run out of airtime,
One last call to my people,
By ISSAI

Taken for granted used not when intended am sorry,
Superficial relationships artificial intermingling,
Your super-ego tells you you’re guilty,
My ego tells am all that and pretty,
Sorry but it will take time to defeat me,
Need you will the whole nation to beat me?
Yes with all your might come to me,
With all your weapons conquer me,
Will you be my king and I your servant?
Would you be in my dreams?
Would you take me away in middle of the night?
So we’d disappear into the darkness,
Will you be my comfort in my despair?
Will you hold me and tell me you cared?
To love you would I be the one who dared,
Superficial relationships artificial intermingling,
BY ISSAI

Breath was what I heard the people say,
It was strange coz all the days of my life I was under,
Breath was all I heard am say,
Little did I know little did I comprehend?
Nine months of darkness and recklessness,
Hopeful and hopeless gasps for air,
Kept me alive and kicking to get out,
Curious of all that’s out there curiosity,
Said it killed the cat and this time caught the rat,
Was it a snare I was blind to see?
It was a snare I saw but couldn’t avoid,
All my void attempts to get me out of the situation,
Got me right in the middle of it all,
Breath was what I heard from a far,
Celebratory noises was what I heard when I got out,
What are they celebrating I wondered,
Coz all I could do is cry because my senses told me so,
I sensed that it was the beginning of trouble for me,
An introduction to the hostile world,
Innocence, gone survival will get you home,
So take a deep breath and dive right into it,
My breath was running short I heard them say breath,
Breath please we need you to do so sir,
Breath was the only thing I cud not do,
Then and there I knew it was the outro- duction,
Out of this complicated and hostile world,
Breath was what I heard the people say.
BY ISSAI

I remember the rains that day,
A shower of hate that won’t go away,
The day seven of the year ninety four,
When pain suddenly opened the door,
And nothing was ever going to be the same anymore,
With machetes and guns they marched,
Aiming for our limbs to detach,
Sworn they did that no INYENZI would escape their grasp,
They swore that all would experience their wrath,
Genocide it was called but the truth not told,
The rains struck hard smell of rotting flesh,
Cries from a distance heard but ignored,
No one would even dare talk or whisper,
**** the cockroaches was the message from the speaker,
It was the rainy season the beginning of a massacre,
Women and children are alienated from their land,
Refugees in camps away from their land,
The African holocaust had began in Rwanda,
It took a while for the world to ponder,
The ones who had the power to stop it kept quiet,
They gave neither reason nor excuse for their silence,
They waited until we all lost our patience,
It was the rains in Rwanda the day of mourning,
It was the season to prepare for farming,
But I can bet the world saw it coming,
But none gave a **** from the beginning,
And so began the killing,
Brothers and sisters turned enemy,
Neighbors turned into strangers,
**** ****** mutilation humiliation torture,
Tribal hatred fueled by the west,
When will Africa come to rest?
And understand that we are one race,
One love one place one earth,
Let’s have love and peace,
BY ISSAI

I thought you loved everything about it,
Destined to be together in body and thought,
Thought never did I that u would get lost?
Thoughts told me I would find you eventually,
My thoughts deceived me practically,
I thought I would meet you at the destination,
The place we agreed upon I forgot to mention,
Though in my thoughts I had met you already,
In my thoughts you were besides me in my bed,
My mind made me see you and feel you,
In my thoughts your really there,
Though to touch you I wouldn’t dare,
In my thoughts you seemed to be near,
In my thoughts forever I would hold you dear,
Comfort you and give you your hearts desires,
In my thoughts you made me feel like am on fire,
It was all in my thoughts was it?

BY ISSAI

Elephant they have a bounty for your tusks,
Elephant you better run and hide fast,
Coz they won’t stop the attacks,
Until they find you and quench their thirst,
So its better you run and run fast,
Run from the hands of your captors,
Before they bring you down and tear you up,
We may be here but offer no help,
When you yelp or when you cry,
They are here to make sure you die,
To erase you from the history of this world,
Only for your stories to be told,
How you used to walk majestically and bold,
An attraction to the young and old,
Through the savannah and the wild land,
With your beauty you graced the land,
A symbol of the mother land,
Africa’s proud big five,
Hunted and wanted dead or alive,
Time has come for us to wake up,
See things for what they really are,
Are we going to stand and watch?
Are we going to save an elephant with every march?
A march towards conservation of our heritage,
For our future and the coming ages of time…………!!!!!!!
WRITTEN BY ISSAI