Take me

I know,

There is always something incomplete about life

Until when complexity completes the incomplexity of completeness.

That now, at the feet of the beautiful ecclesia,

Dressed with multi – curved green hills,

Have I found a hive of satisfaction to my epic world.

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So, take me there,

Where my sweet haven is lies,

Deep inside the caves of the Bufumbira’s ‘Sooko y’ubugingo’ (source of life).

Where it is said that ‘indeed, salvation shall come from the hills’.

Like a pregnancy, it is not the strong painful birth pangs that puts a smile to a

Mother’s face, but that one-second when the baby comes out and gives the

First cry. This buys a million dollar fulfillment to motherhood.

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So, disappears the memories of the sweet singing birds, the powerful, famous,

Traditional boys’ school, the missionary designed hospital, the modern

nursing School, the skill empowering institution or our lovely St. Gertrude’s School

That grooms our girl – when behold, I set my foot and sit at my favorite

spot in The right hand corner of Bishop Harelimana Library.

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What sweet song shall I sing of thee, what melody shall I compose?

How else could the beautiful memories of the splendorous works

Of the chosen one last?

He who like Moses held his God given stuff and showed us the promised land.

Who could ever tell, that out of the wide open mouthed volcanic stones

That tilt the bicycle wheels, that shake the car tyre,

And leave the toes of all bafumbira nail-less

Would behold and curve thee, to get such a beauty,

In memory of the one we now call Bishop Barnabus?

What a name! What a legacy!

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Oh, take me to that place where the mind without light cannot go

And it’s only by intuition that what’s beyond the mind one can know.

Where infinite love, bliss, power and wisdom are always residing

Where ever-ripe fruit on a tree hang for those people who’re desiring

Where light of knowledge shines in the mind bright and clear.

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Oh, take me to that Mucha lodge at the end of the long weary road

Where life’s being is Light Effulgent without any dark or unknown load.

Where whatever is in Reality is what one really forever will be

As an Eternal consciousness in which nothing but Itself can see

And in which everything evolves and dissolves in its own time and space

When existing as One without a second does there can’t be another place.

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Take me to a thousand splendid suns,

In the secret scarlet heart of Mutolere – where love pervading Spirit

Will leave me with no compromise.

©Phionah B 2020