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  

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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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Me, Myself and I - Poem by Mwalimu LAKHPIN









Hey! I’m just me because it’s me
Of course, my me died longtime ago
To only become me
And will be me until you me me
Not only that I’m me, I’m just not you!

I only prove myself to just me
And there is no other me in the world
Than me, myself and I
Because I’m the only one me
And I am so because of me.

But I failed against me forever
Loving overgone beyond my ken
Surrendered my me to hers
Loved much to forget myself
Betrayed my me for an affection.

Now that I’m an awaken berk
My senses are back to myself
Expectant of nothing but solitude
Hurt than I could’ve suspected
Trying to heal but still a failure.

I sold my liberty for a hug
I betrayed my talents for a kiss
I forsook me in a love sentence
For a great hope that ruined me
With a death drown in promises.

I gained too much of nothing
Acquainted with a dearest misery
Thus solitude embraced me to realize
That I lost both me and myself,
Happiness, mind, dreams, everything.

I died and I truly know I’m dead
To the extent that my inner self
Wish we could’ve died all the years back
Because it aches knowing every day
That you won’t be none to ones you cherish.

Those unspoken truths flowing inside
That sorrow that nobody thinks of
Such shame life has ever brought
The empathy of a broken heart
That pushes impossible tears.

Just myself and I to this extent
Understand the pain of unmet memories
The lullabies that we never heard
Me, Myself and I, indeed buddies to exist
Shrewd of trusts and self-abnegation.

It’s myself and I having read the worlds
Crying to amuse, silencing to conquer
A so deceiving life of colleens
Just to embrace a cage of poetics
That ever heals and never rehearse.

With an immense roll of self-intent,
Me, myself and I, lone undeceiving triplets;
We never tell until we tell
To convince our friend Solitude
Who is aye an everlasting haven.

Me, Myself and I know the hell out here:
Just me, myself and I love each other
For an allure of our inner motives
Of unaltered dreams that long
Dwelling in our triumphal serenity.



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