Kera
Kera cyane
Habayeho wowe
Habaho njewe
Habaho twebge
Batubgira bati
Wowe GAHUTU
Wowe Gatutsi
Nawe Gatwa
Nuko, biratangira
Turatandukana
Turangana
Tutangira gusenyana
Tusengya imitima
Tusenya Ingo
Tusenya Imiryango
Tusenya Ubushuti
Tusenya Igihugu
Bamwe muri twe turicana
Bamwe muri twe turapfa
Abandi barahunga
Twese, tusigarana agahinda
With broken hearts
No homes, no families, or friends
With exiled women and men
In countries that didn’t belong to them
It almost felt like an end
We started to pretend
That we were people who we weren’t
We held passports of Ugandans,
We held passports of Kenyans
We spoke NOT our mother tongue,
And spoke Lingala,
Kirundi,
Swahili
and Luganda
We knew how to cook their foods,
We knew how to dance their dances
We knew their cultures and traditions
We did it so well,
You couldn’t tell
The difference, if you tried
But the tears of the past that we cried
Just couldn’t be denied.
And the people outside didn’t help us
You see,
There were NO political, or Economical, “interests” in Rwanda
So no wonder,
They left us alone
We had to figure it out, on our own.
While they played pretend during the day
They lay awake during the night
Constantly thinking of a vision
They finally made a decision
It was time to make things right
Ironic how some times we have to fight…
For peace.
Hey but we were tired of TEARS
Sick of “sorry”
Weak from worry
And they made a choice,
To give back their people a voice
They strategized and analyzed on how to transform
Put on their boots and uniform
Marched towards their borders with persistence
And ready for the risk resistance.
Listen my people were tired of pretense
They knew the journey ahead was intense
but they disregarded their dreams
Joined forces and made teams
It was time to silence their people’s screams
They had NO heroes to call on,
Because batman was too busy
Superman was scared –
And NO ONE else cared
So we had to become, our OWN heroes.
And somehow make millions out of zeroes
Something out of nothings
Cities out of ash
Dust into grass.
Listen, we didn’t just pass, our task
We excelled and expelled
Division,
Segregation,
Discrimination,
And corruption
We built a nation
Far beyond our imaginations
Far beyond the world’s expectations.
It. Was. Sleepless. Nights. Of. Planning. And. Meetings
It was time,
blood,
sweat,
work,
And tears
It was SACRIFICE
And it came at an expensive price.
SO WE, SALUTE – YOU!
You found strength in struggle
Bravery in your bones
Courage in your thoughts
You have hearts of KINGS
And for those who deny it
Tout le monde sait
Que les faits
Sont têtus
You make us so proud to be Rwandese
We even carry our flags over seas
We might speak with accents
But don’t get it twisted please
We, are RWANDESE
Rwanda is the red to our lips,
The brown to our skin,
The white to my eyes,
The black to our hair.
RWANDA, is not just a place, it is who we are.
We are so proud to be Rwandese
That our bodies ache/itch for us to tattoo it, somewhere on our skin
In case you can’t feel it from within
We, are Rwandese
Because of you
We-are-one people
One nation
One language
One culture
Who now carry, a Rwandan passport
With ONE identity
Yes, we are proud, to be Rwandese
So proud that we would burn our breasts like Ndabaga
Fight on the fore fronts like Fred Rwigema
Yes, we would go that far
For the Ishema,
Of Rwanda.
But we wouldn’t have been here without you
So for one more time
We, salute – you
Happy liberation day
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