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Gica Iyo Asenga - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN








Mana Data mugababugingo
Mubyeyi unkunda nange nkunda
Ngushimiye ibyo wankoreye ndi aha
N'ibyo utakoze sinkuveba nubwo
Nari nzi ko byakagombye kuba byarakozwe.

Warandinganye urandindagiza ndashoberwa
Ucira icyanzu twa tuzingo mbura aho ndeba
Ka kanyaryenge sinamenye aho ukanyujije
Kandi Mana abo bonyine iyo ubangabiza
Ububisha bwange mba narabukijijwe.

None reba ubu ndavamo umwuka
Ntawundeba bo ntibananzi
Warabakinze bamenya ibyange
Ko nabahize kuva mu bwana
None abange mbasize ahaga.

Nararutanze nditaranga
Banuma ndeba nk'abatareba
Ndaya hose amanywa y'ihangu
N'uwo nashatse andeka abiruzi
Inshyi namuhonda ntajya azumva.

Ubu na rubanda ntawunsura
Abana bange na bo ashwi data
Uwo nitabaje antera utwatsi
Ngo ndi ikirozi k'igisahiranda
Ibyo ndyanira mbihumamo rukumbi.

Nange sinzi ingamba ndwana
Nta faranga nkigira urebye
Kuko utwo mbonye ntanakubeshye
Abapfumu bazi itariki yange
Sinkibasha kunywa akabyeri. 

Singisenga uretse uyu munsi
Nkugannye rwose ngo unkize icyavu.
Nta kigenda ndarembera
Umubiri urera nta na muringa
Sinzi iyo nzagwa ndasembera.

Rero Mana mubyeyi unkunda
Ndamira none mere nk’abandi
Mpange gahunda zicemo zose
Abanjinyora ubabuze ijambo
Nibikugora ureke nkuyambe. 



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To Whom Should I Be? - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN








I solitarily exult day after day
Wishing to stay alone with myself
Watching over my own stances
Learning and practicing by myself
Away from all people’s sight.

To whom would I be if I avoid you?
I would be a forsaken, evited smirker
Of the neglected and praised doubts
Making a walk of a deft chancer
Living like a decayed fantasy.

I would be ruined in every aspect
None ignoring me but fleeing
Chances setting me into mortification
Being a nakba and a useless ado
Like a dust when it starts raining.

I would be a grime that lost decency
Rejected by every chanted provenance,
I would really be piling wastes
Demented melting than sugar
All woes dwelling within me.

I could be none if you withstand
Even if I bequeathed a richly affluence
I would be severely lone without you
And I would lose your unique host
Slimming in a fatal hunger.

God’s and heaven’s?
Pray hard and invent a gait?
Hate worldly belongings but seize them?
Make myself a castaway at my home?
Can’t render lies alike.

I feel I would be relieved if I die
Away from this worldly troubles
Free from the confinement of days
And the weariness locking me into craving,
Lissing in a superb fortune.

I feel that I lose nothing if I went
Especially if I leave a child
So that my name should remain
And pride it where I head
That I had deference where I was.

Mind themselves all my people
Be liars and those who don’t
Too much tears would vex them
Even though I’d not be watching
That I’m gone when needed badly.

It’s that I wouldn’t still breathe
I would tell all of them to cease
And inquire a speech if it’s hard
And ask them to come if that so,
But I’m kidding none would come.

My heart cries every single beat
Because of a colleen that perturbed me
Even if I pretend careless that I may move on
My betrayed dreams keep beating my brain
The chagrin keeps scaling at my sight.

Being anonymous where I’m known
And not deserving my merits
Meeting none even where I get
Seeing things that weren’t willing
Hunt by many beliefs I should adopt.

I would go that mystery that you fear
That makes you wander up and down
One that fears accountability
One that followers thrive from a word,
The one that keeps quiet when we suffer.

Frankly, I only look up to you
I know all of you as influencers
I will chase those who misspeak you
Collect and throw them away
And cast them into cache.

I’ll stay here where I belong
Such that dislikes daylight is a devil.
Leaving home and die where I don’t know?
May that be unspokenly fought
Want it or not, I’ll be here long.

Whether you diminish or buffet me
Whether you forslow or hasten me
Can’t upbraid you, things on their time
I know we’re all together;
Introverted pal you intimately consider.



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I Just Know - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN








I know how it really feels
To be a bastard and piece of shit
To accommodate unsuitableness
And always enduring.

At least I now know
How to truly love
When you’re a strange personality
And everyone is avoiding you.

I know fighting against oneself
Being on a life-earning battle
That you fully know you won’t win
And you keep the guts to fight.

I know how it really feels
For an unmended broken heart
To be a solitary subsister
Just to experience it’s inmost.

I know when to quit
When you don’t even want to,
I know where to hide
When you have nothing to hide.

I know how to outcry
When everyone is around
And none of them ascertains.

I know how to believe
When I’m believing nothing
Just to restrain the accusals
For the next day’s repose.

I really know how it feels
Looking moneyed and felicitous
While you’re a famishing solivagant,
I really know and comprehend life.

I know how to come back
When you really haven't left,
For I mastered how to hold
If you've got no other choice.

I know what to lie
To those who only believe lies
And fear facing the truth
Just to hide their true colours.

I never can't obnigate
That life is about choices
That one lead on their own
Before they belong to the norms.

I just know what I don't know
Just to make my circles proud
And feel what I don't feel
Just to fit their rude stance.

I know the ups and downs
Of incurable dreams
That haunt you for a lifetime
And never allow you to dream.

I know why I'm just me
And know why I don't mind
For I'm that bird in the dawns
That knows well people's venom.

I know I know what I shouldn't know
For they don't know how to know that
But I delight in knows of knowing.

I truly know what it is
To belong where you’ll never belong
Just to belong in the moment.



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LACO, A Customized Collaboration Space for Lakhtrem Supporters and Friends Opened. (Tremtion)

Lakhtrem Collective (LACO) officially Tremtion is a growing space enrolling friends of arts and supporters of both Lakhtrem Productions and Basote Jam program. Friends who join contribute and help Lakhtrem by producing events, spreading their work worldwide, fundraising, supporting rehearsals, promotion, donations, sponsoring content production, advices, referrals, etc. 

During an interview with Lakhtrem's Creative Director on why instating the collective , Emmanuel Muhire said: " We can't abnegate the fact that everything we have achieved was made possible by our friends who got our back from the beginning. We needed to make sure that our supporters are given a reasonable space to interact, plan together and share good practices concerning the boost of our organization's growth. Although we started it, it is now a self-governed and important body in every initiative we undertake." 

Lakhtrem is an initiative founded to create, produce and spread the arts that incite critical thinking, creativity, social wellness and harmony having been in operation for eight years to date. 

Anyone who is willing to join the growing community can DM to their social media pages (Facebook or Instagram) or follow through the below button. 


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Cage Of All Time - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN












Sometimes I forget who I am
Trying to get along with myself
Yet every morning I wake up
Recalling all my deepest sorrows
And the darkest days of my days.

I truly wish I can be more than me
I chase dreams like everyone does
I pretend that I’m a whole person
That I can sharply hide my oppressions
Lying about me but never to myself.

The insane part is who I really am
In regards to whom I once was
Such guy who endured the past
I know nothing about him, frankly
But all I see is just me and I.

No matter how hard I try to change
My personality never ceases to haunt me
My mind has become a fit to society
But they only see the one I once was,
A good berk of the decades.

I’m in a war that nobody else realizes
Due to the innermost battlefield
And I’m confused like nobody else
To the extent that my merits rot
No clue on who to really showcase.

Time change, years come and go
Cloned, still dreaming same stances
Solitude is still my only bliss
Talking to none but the lone man in me
Weighing just how much we’ve spoken.

No matter how determined I try
My luck keeps running against me
My mind urges to keep moving
That I will get nowhere anyway
That I deserve nothing but starve.

No matter how bothersome I get
The fact remains my key reminder
That I’m a forlorn loser for life
That I’m a genius in our inner life
That I’m a lesson to the worlds.

No matter how deep I behold
I’m still carrying the same load
No matter how on I can move
I’m still in the same practices
Same place and same tears.

Dreams about dreaming
With endless worries for myself
That someday I would live
And forget that I never lived
Then abruptly die with no trace.

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Spotlight: Meet Namabiha, The Rising Comedy Star in Kigali

From Nduba sector in Gasabo district, the 21 years old Patrick Habimana a.k.a Namabiha is an aspiring comedian, sketch writer, impressionist and stage performer in the evolving comedy industry of Rwanda. 

In a short conversation with one of the Basote Jam representatives, he invoked support from potential individuals who would invest in his talents, his eagerness to learning and exploring new forms of media and experimenting new techniques to spice his performances as long as he is bestowed heed. 

"I used to be an actor in high school and the reactions from the public motivated me that I was a humorist. I once participated in a sector comedy show from which we won a prize and from there, I decided to make it a career one day. Since 2014, this has been my very longed dream", said Namabiha. 

Patrick's extraordinary talents rose in 2014 when he begun to write his own stories, some of which he has produced onto his YouTube channel namely "NAMA MEDIA TV". He aspires to become one of the leading comedians in the country looking to leverage his global reach until his videos would appear on big platforms such as Netflix and alike or other big screens. 

To learn more about Namabiha's work and his team, check out his social media pages or contact him through +250780499978. 




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Ndi Umuhungu - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN








Ndi umuhungu wihugura
Utihugisha insange z’ubu
Uhinga ateza ntarorere
Umwige ugenga imero ry’ubwise
Utabara iby’ejo atariho none.

Nta bwo nkangwa izi mvugo zanyu
Ngo:”Ngo uri zezenge warozwe kera
Uruhara rwaje nta n’akanunu
Wabuze n’uwo wiba akana
Umenya uruviri rwararyamye.

Niba utereta ntawubizi
N’aho unywera ntituhagenda
Uri ikiyuku kirya gikinze
Ubu ntitunazi ngo ukora hehe
Umwuga wawe ntawuwuzi.

Inkumi ikurebye ureba hasi
Nta bwo unazi isiri ry’abari
Uhora utubwira ngo buri hafi
Uhora utegura nturuhuka
Ubu bukwe bwawe ni ya mabati.

Ufite amashuri uzi kurishaka
Ufite ibigango userutse neza
N’amafaranga agusa mu maso
Nta nkumi n’imwe yakubenga
Abangana nawe babyaye aka!”

Ngo:”Mwana wange ngufite uri umwe
Urabona rwose udaca umuryango
Mpfuye nta mukazana umpaye?
Ikibazo ni iki ngo tukuvuze
Ko izo dutunze zagukwera?”

Nange sinzi ikibazo cyanyu
Nubwo icyange na cyo ntakizi
Ariko na none intego zange
Si uguhaza inyota yanyu
Na ho nge njunze uburake mu nda.

Ni byo ndabumva izo mpuhwe zanyu
Igitutu cyanyu si kibi cyane
Ibyiza byabyo mbona mubizi
Usibye ingingo imwe ijya ibagora
Ko inzoga inyobwa ahameze icyaka.

Nkuko ntazi umuvuno wanyu
N’imero ryanyu, inzozi murota
Ngo nabazonze ikumba ryange
Ngo nganye nange urwo ruhebuza
Ni ko mutazi impamvu ndi uku.

Sinzi ahari uwabibabeshye
Ko kuba muzi imyaka yange
N’inzira zange na zo muzizi
Mwaba munzi neza wese
Impamvu zange zo zidashinga.

Nshatse ntinze natebuka
Cyangwa mbaye mbizibukiye
Ni nge na ngewe turira ukwacu
Cyangwa wenda duseka uw’umwe,
Iyo nyumve yanyu ndayikemanga.

Intote zange nta zo muzi
Nta mararo mubona mbyutse
Amakaburo angenza yo reka data
Nubwo namwe ntabaveba
Umuruho wanyu muwudukinga.

Mwirira cyane ibirori byange
Ibyanyu nange sinabitashye
Niba kandi narabitashye
Wanasanga umukiro nk’uwo
Mutuma nywanga ntunsamaze.

Nta bwo twese izo mpu tuzizi
Kurera abana no kubatunza
Kugira abantu tubaza ibyacu
Muranabizi harera imvange
Nta bwo nshyomye sinashyenze! 

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Nsezeye Ingamba - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN








Mpaze kuba irya ntore
Y’intoraguramayugi cyane
Kandi turi mu bandi
Nkitwa iyo ku mukondo
Nyamara ingamba zitanzi.

Kwivugishwa cyana
Niteteshwa nshonga
Mbeshyabeshywa ndeba
Ngenzwa buri dakika
Nk’uri mu ibanki.

Nkitse amaburakindi
Icyoba ntazi imvano
Nkaho ndi na Nyamunsi.
Nkitse ibyireguro
By’ibyo ntazi ibyabyo.

Nshitse imbeho yo mu nda
Nesa inkoro ubutitsa
Ngo rutagenda maye
Nigura by’irya n’ino
Ngo inseko ikunde insange.

Nsezeye ibyo guseha
Nsehera indyi zibizi
Ntesha umutwe iyi kami
Ngo neze imero ry’abandi
Nge nshinze mu bishirira.

Nsanze irungu nkeza
Rimwe mbatanwa mbana
Rimpa amahoro yose
N’ayo ntazi nkwiye
Amibazo yange yumvwa.

Nshitse ishema bitera
Rinsereje imyaka
Ngo aha nzigiye isango
Nkaho uturaso twange
Tutakaraye ku murundi.

Nkitse ibyo biririmbo
Nabuze idiho ryabyo
Nkitse bya bigambo
Ntazi ingiro mbikesha
Nyamara ndi umuganji.

Nkitse urubozo rwabyo
Ingumya nziguyaguya
Ariko ntizeze ameza
Ngahora mw’urwo ndembye
Kandi ngo ndi rukumbi.

Nkitse amajoro hihi
Ndesaresa imana
Ngo zidohore nezwe
Ngoheka nta byo nzonzwe
Bwacya nkabura byose.

Nkitse kubazwa iby’ejo
Kandi mw’uyu munsi
Nta rugwiro mpawe
Ngo maze mu iyo minsi
Ndwiteze ari umurunga.

Nganjwe n’iyi nganzo
Injyana n’iyo ntazi
N’irya mwe mudakeka
N’iyo mwahaketse
Mwukwa icyoba kinshi.

Singikumbuye
Sinkirose ubu
Sinkibaye undi
Mbaye uwange ubu
Mu iyi nganza inzi.

Nkitse ishyari ribingwa
Rishyamiriza igitoto
Amatage akaba matindi
Umutuzo udaterekerwa
Mbega nkitse ingamba.


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A Letter to English - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN




Dear English,

I know you can read when I’m writing
You’re going too far ruining my life
Perishing my happiness and confidence
But there is something you normally forget,
I’m a Kinyarwanda native.

Please drop your guns and note
That I didn’t like you even once
Dominating my mother tongue.
I wasn’t born to speak you
I wasn’t going to adapt it either.

I struggle with you because you dictate me
Keep in mind that I hate just that way
You can’t let me just be myself,
You keep ruling my ideologies
Because you know your deadly strains.

You have been made a pretext
Of anyone willing to offend my merits
Bragging or chiding their provenance,
To even measure my Kinyarwanda skills.
Still don’t know why I envy you?

You confused my friends, siblings and parents
Who are even getting lost from their identity
Because of you and some of your allies
Without minding how poor you are
Nta munoga in your tradition.

In the name of myself and I
I pour my deepest wrath upon you
Against all your manifestations
To write and speak you less
Until you feel how Kinyarwanda suffers.

I know you’ll get to your knees
Begging to cease my vengeance,
But I’ll never give you any of the chances
I’ll ruin your hypocrisy and settlement
Till you respect my provenance.
Because my dearest English

The only thing I’ll be doing is
Mistakes and will never give a shit
I’ll love being called umuturesi
Uzahamane abakwemereye kwanga iwabo.

I never questioned your existence
But you’re uprooting my own one
Forgetting that you’re even an assemblage
Of the dialects that can’t measure up to ours
But you still think you’re supreme.

Thank you! 
Hope you'll mind your business. 

Your mad spoiler, 
Lakhpin  

Listen to "A Letter to English" here.






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Train of Ours - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN








Gosh! This train so superb
So still and lot of dreams
Many of which we all absorb
The state full of huge worries
A state to get in unwillingly.

To one corner a man wonders
The other cage women cry
Unaltered yells of all creatures
Getting tears that never dry
Broken hearts dying slowly.

Love is never got back
Faith kills than it heals
Trust hidden with no luck
Rude scenes and wrong wills
Fidelity is a sin, reality is silly.

Insane suns, wild winds
Dead moons to loners
Hope lost in frost moods
Gosh! This site ponders
With wheels pumped roughly.

A man and loneliness beloved
Chance and curse so betwixt
Life is a hole snakes’ reside
Denials to all, a broken heart
Rules and conducts set faintly.

World a stage a man to hover
Love is a myth without a source
Driven engage a differed dreamer
This unwanted puzzle missing a piece

That people get in unwillingly.
The site is an intelligent clean mad
A carnivore sheep of the midnight
Clayed eyes and legs made in mud
Looks splendid undoubtedly.




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Dearest Land - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN












Dearest Land! You’re a dream differed
An indefinite dream for unkeyed
You break too many hearts
Heal too many souls abruptly
Kill so many indeed loves
Thus incite a life of pretence.

You’re a money made lifestyle
A suitable dilapidate religion
A refuge to desperate buddies
That many believe you’re a curb
Yet you confuse fidelitous colleens
And deceive whoever you want.
But you’re a dam of opportunities.

Dearest Land! You’re a home without taboos
An essence of somewhat hopes
Where people move each night
Couples break back and forth
Relationships built over sights basis
Where everyone mind their own hassles.

Big players are the best prayers
Where worship is a vital business
Preaching, a sophisticated deal
With a new mean of divination
Yet it’s got a certain overnight
And God is only sought by troubled!
But you’re a land of many chances.

Dearest Land! You’re a Neverland we never plot
Thus many of us don’t mind you
But still can’t revert to birthplaces.
You’re a confusing glittering promise
Enormous attractants diverting youngsters
Where speaking a mother tongue is illiterate.

A place that changed many of us names
Where tramping is a tiresome sport
Many starve and won’t ever surrender
Such a place of modernity and technology
That even modernized feelings and foods
Bodies can be remade and looks recreated.
Yet you’re a centre of creativity.

Dearest Land! You’re online to the line
A social media cohesion value
Where people value their norms not
Taboos are considered for elderlies
We know westerns news than our homes’
While chanting the love of our motherland.



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