Andrew Israel Kazibwe
I reminisce the times, so young
When little was there to worry, just hunger and a slight pain from a fall
When the sun shone so warmly, grass seemed so green, the sound of the humming birds, eagles and owls
Those times when a fruit tree was for the village, and fruits for all, a harvest celebrated, just like a victory over the war
It felt so warm, even when we had little to put these feeble bodies.
Times when bravery was at the fore, the elderly of pride and the young to take lessons
Oh how it would feel nice, in evenings, sitting around the fire place, enjoying stories of the brave and strong as being told by the elderly.
It seemed naïve, old cultured, lost but pride for our fore fathers, who at a distance wonder where all that was vanished to.
And upon us they look, and in anguish the poke our weak souls, saying, “You are lost sons”
Andrew Israel Kazibwe is an African Rwandan-based freelance Journalist , a learner, Arts enthusiast and advocate. Passionate about what goes on within lives, he shares whats within, around and closer to you. Its an Insight!!!