It plays, I can hear it chord per chord sending different sounds all designed out like somebody is playing it but who is that somebody? When morning comes I run to my window to watch them move in the skies I wonder over the unknown damn they are beautiful and I keep looking hoping I can catch a glimpse of whatever it is when I can’t, I join in on the streets I carefully examine the human beings blacks, blondes, chocolates — all the colours they are I look closely I want to know if its among them but i fail to find it could it be in the lion that everyone praises? I drive through the park I walk through the forests visit the zoo I see every kind of the animal in their own beauty but I find nothing at all I am weary and tired then I sit at the peak of the mountain gazing at the beauty of everything that can’t be explained but can only be explained by one the sounds of the birds, the whirling of the wind, the beauty of the cobs the smiles of the babies oh what a beauty I can hear it all, i can see it all but cant explain it at all My peace is interrupted by the wailing of the people their eyes set on that woman on the ground her hands and feet so cold as snow where did she go? what happened to the warmth she had? what really happens when all goes? Humans have come up with their theories and beliefs but I am certain no one knows what really happens except those who go and him who designed it all who is it? I dont know yet but ill keep looking hoping to find YOU someday Angel Phionah Ampurire is a law student at the University of Rwanda
