“Lengoma,” a lament for the land, a cry for the lost,
Echoed through valleys, where hope seemed almost crossed.
“Mgodi,” a tale of love and its bittersweet sting,
Resonated with hearts, a melody on the wing.
She sang for the mothers, for the daughters so bold,
For the strength that resides in a song unsung.
Her voice, a soprano of hope in the darkest of nights,
Guiding us through the shadows, with its gentle light
She didn’t care for it,
This habit of mine,
To sing, to hum,
To whistle a tune.
She said it was rude,
To make noise without reason.
She said it was childish,
To be so carefree.
But I didn’t care.
I would sing if I wanted to.
Sometimes in a whisper,
Sometimes as loud as the storm.
Because it made me feel whole.
It reminded me of all my dreams.
Of a world where people were happy,
And music was the language of the soul.
The musical shuffle was a journey through my musical tastes that began with a bang, as the opening notes of Bwiza’s “Ready” blasted through my speakers. The song is a high-energy dancehall track with an upbeat tempo that is sure to get anyone moving. The lyrics are about being ready to take on the world, and the beat is infectious. I found myself singing along and dancing around my room as the song played.
Over the years,
I’ve written a lot of different things.
I’ve written short stories, poems, songs, and even a few articles. But there’s one thing that all of my writing has in common: it’s all about the words. I love the way that words can be used to express emotions, tell stories, and connect with people…
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