Friday, September 5, 2008
One of the best poetry pieces ever told on east African soil, this is by Ralph Bitamazire.
Poetry cannot get gentler than this...
I love you my gentle one:
I love you my gentle one,
My love is the fresh milk in the rubindi
Which you drank on the wedding day;
My love is the butter we were smeared with
To seal fidelity in our hearts.
You are the cattle bird’s egg,
For those who saw you are wealthy.
You are the papyrus reed of the lake
That they pull with both hands
And I sing for you with tears
Because you posses my heart:
I love you my gentle one.