Your demeanor is as cool the winter
Your heart is as strong as a fortress
Talking with you elevated my stress
Though in a appreciated way
Death of your sibling translates into an angel for you
That’s why you live your life so true
Water is a gift from god
But the surfeit of your life it was all hoard
Dead bodies are dead bodies
Normal in the life and eyes of a Rwandan
But a nightmare in the eyes of a human
An hour of conversation with you
Gave me a new found respect for you.
Lanre kayode
4/13/05