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