Ibaze Nawe

Ibaze Nawe?

The Rwandan youth-

we,

we are stuck between an era of 

Impossibility and possibility

negativity and positivity

hostility and hospitality

Ibaze nawe?

We are just at arriving at a peak 

of a very steep

mountain,

That our elders had to climb-

and right now-

there are only 

two- possible - things- 

that could happen

Mubyibaze namwe?

One:

We could relax-

and back down-

n like humpty dumpty- 

come tumbling down-

and be the Afrika, 

the rest of the world 

can laugh at, 

just like a clown

and be broken

and needy

with pictures of our kids- 

stomachs out, and dirty- 

asking wamfunguriye?”

we can continue this 

vicious chain

with an economy 

that is forever borrowing

and falling 

in dept

all because we

- Slept-

and kept-

procrastinating, 

waiting-

for someone else

to do it tomorrow-

digging a deeper grave-

Erega, it is in someone’s agenda 

for us to fail and be in sorrow-

Haven’t you read the terms and conditions

don’t you think they need some revisions?

They are saying “Sakwe Sakwe”

BANKING on us to say “Soma”

Mujye Mubyibaza  namwe?

Or

Two:

we could take charge,

and by we I mean-

 you and you and you and you-

take this opportunity we’ve been given,

and make a living,

make our dreams come true

be a different youth-

that Africa can look up to-

that history books never knew-

we can teach the past a lesson-

That in fact- 

History does not 

repeat itself-

because we won’t let it-

that our people will not kill 

each other again

because that- already happened  

and we won’t forget it

erega, ijoro ribara uwariraye

wala* we are living proof!

Rwandan youth-

Mubyibaze namwe-

Ko

For once, 

we have a leadership

that really wants to have a 

relationship 

with its people

that’s willing to do good

instead of evil

that are willing to help us advance

instead of send us back to the 

mid-evil Period. 

Period.

This happens only

once in a blue moon-

So today I stand here

hoping, that there are some people in this room

Who have the guts to dream 

to be astronauts

who have the guts to

Dream to be lawyers

Who have the guts to

not just want to be an employee

but who Dream to be employers 

I hope that each and every one of you here-

has the guts to take your dreams 

0-100 real quick

Don’t let this opportunity go to waste

Have dreams of expensive taste

then send the bills to yourselves

wake up, work hard, and make a living

of this opportunity we’ve been given.

Ufashe Imana, kugufasha, kugafasha. (lol)

Mubyibaze namwe….

Written by: Angel Uwamahoro & Winnie Rugamba

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kLySaphPTw 

I Can't Wait to Love You!

I can’t wait to love you-

I can’t wait to wake up every morning and,

NOT mind that its YOU-

I  can’t wait to kiss you….

while- you still have bad breath-

because I see on TV 

that that’s, what real lovers do-

So I can’t wait to love you-

I can’t wait to slip on some under wear,
either yours or mine-

a t-shirt whether yours or mine-

because it wouldn’t matter-

and go down stairs and make you breakfast-

because that's what I see- on the TV,

That that’s, what lovers do-

So I can’t wait to love you-

Oh my sweet man,

I can’t wait to love you-

and bring you breakfast in bed,

massage your neck…

Wash your locks in the shower-

oil your head-

And hate to see you leave for work-

Oh my smart black man-

I can’t wait to love you so much-

That I miss YOU!

I can’t wait to feel that way-

as I go about my day- 

It has been too long (8hrs) before I see your face, 

I can’t wait to read that text from you 

that says you miss me too-

I can’t wait for that feeling NOT to get old-

I can’t wait for that to feel like gold- 

EVERY TIME!

Oh My sweet black man, 

Can’t you see, that I can’t wait to love you?

And when you come home,

I’ll take your briefcase from your hand-

I’ll have your cold beer ready-

And I’ll be ready to love you-

I can’t wait to hear your dreams,

as we lay in bed at night-

I can’t wait to give you myself-

and not worry about weather or not-

I will be having your child,

Because this time 

I will WANT to have your child!

And so I’ll welcome all of you into me
and pray to the 

heavens to hear me so that 

God can plant half of you and half of me 

and that soon we can be a family of three-

Oh my sweet, my sweet-black man-

I can’t wait to love you-

I can’t wait to hear your laugh-

I can’t wait for it to be music to my ears-

I can’t wait for us to share something so untouchable 

that we hold on to each other just to get a scene 

of it, coz that’s the only time it feels right.

I can’t wait to not care about your mistakes

and you not to care about my past, because 

even though we’ve both stood complete before

Standing together just makes us- better- people....

And baby, I don’t want a love that makes the people jealous-

I don’t want a love that makes my lady friends envious-

That’s not the kind of love that I want for us-

I want a love that can inspire the world to love-

That young men can look to, and learn how to treat  their women

That women can look to, and STILL feel empowered, independent and are able 

to find value in loving and serving their men, with honesty and loyalty-

That is the kind of love, that I can’t wait to love you with! <3

Oh my sweet Black man-

I cannot Wait! 

By: Angel Uwamahoro

CPR this Friendship

(I am not apologizing for the artistic license I took, to exaggerate the reality of true events in my life, but I say/write this 'intro', to let my audience and readers know- that this poem is an exaggeration of true events- enjoy)

can somebody

help me, CPR 

this friendship?

we were on sail 

on a ship-

on pretty boat

called friendship-

then i got a scholarship-

and had to dip-

told her i’d be back every year-

Oh yes baby, 

i’d make that trip!!!

We both understood

this was an opportunity

i just couldn’t skip-

tears in-

both our eyes-

i missed her 

as much as she missed me-

but to her

I was just missin’

loneliness made her feel

like i was just trippin’

tryin' to make her wait for me?

nah mehhn-

she got to skippin’!

She found a new friend in the Lord-

and cut our friendship like an umbilical cord-

now Jesus n her are kicking it-

i came back to a sunken ship

tryin to revive this shit 

but the holy ghost

aint havin’ it!

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship -

coz its dying—

and i swear 

there’s a part of me 

inside of me 

that is really trying 

to save it-

but the other part of me 

has walked away already-

buried this shit already

said a prayer and carved RIEP 

already—

because you see,

she doesn’t laugh at my jokes anymore-

she finds them stale-

she doesn’t want to be around me anymore-

what used to moistures us together

now makes us pale-

I know i should be happy

the lord is your new best friend now-

but why does it feel like betrayal?

if you ask me how much it hurts on a scale of 1-10

we gon have to buy a bigger scale!

coz it hurts a lot when friendships fail-

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship coz its dying

and i know there’s a part of me inside me that is still trying

to make this work-

but the other day when i was over-

and my hang over was hanging over-

she was sober in the corner-

askin God to help me turn over-

she said- 

"shabalakala- Lord fix it!

if it aint holy water-

Lord don’t let her drink it-

Shabalakala- Lord fix it! 

if it aint pure thoughts  Lord-

don’t let her think it-"

all of a sudden i’m un pure-

and need a cure-

so—

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship

because 

we can’t hang-

we don’t talk-

I try to remind her of our good times in the past-

remember we used to- laugh till we cry?

remember we used to- debate about stuff?

remember our long walks - and short runs?

remember our dates?

our lunches and dinners?

our uncalled for snack times?

remember you taught me how to walk again after i 

dislocated my knee?

wasn’t it you who held my hand through therapy-

and even unnecessarily when we crossed the street?

my conversations of the past seem

unnecessarily irritative and repetitive

coz she’s moved on-

she’s grown

and i’m still 

i’m still the same-

i haven’t changed

i’m still standing 

where we left off

I came back- 

just to find you gone-

and now-

I don’t know how to move on-

So can someone please help me CPR this friendship?

Coz I used to make her smile-

but God’s jokes 

got her feeling like my humor’s weak-

see i 

used to wipe her tears-

but God doesn't even give her a reason to cry-

so i’m standing here like

 who am i?

what am i good for?

i used to make her talk-

but her silence got me feeling like my 

conversations 

not worth her station-

she be tuning into Yesu Fm-

If my audience feels me right now-

Can I get an "Amen"?

I need someone help me CPR this friendship-

and see normally I would turn to you God-

But seeing this may be a conflict of interest-

Can someone please help me CPR this friendship?

Coz it’s dying-

I know-

that against God I stand 

nowhere in competition-

But have you ever seen 

a crazy man on a mission?

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship- coz i know there’s a part of me inside me that is still trying

So

i’ll stay around baby-

just for old time sake-

i love you baby- 

and i could never use a break

i know that

what God shows you is real-

but that doesn’t make me fake-

we aren't dead yet baby girl

we just simply aint awake.

By:Angel Uwamahoro.

Kwibuka21

On a day like this,

21 years ago,

Rwanda needed super heroes. 

On a day like this,

21 years ago, 

Rwanda needed angels to fall from the skies.

On a day like this,

21 years ago, 

God needed to stop being a mystery…

work wonders against all odds…

And answer the question "why?". 

But instead on a day like this,

21 years ago,

Rwanda had no super heroes, 

A PLANE fell from the sky,

God didn’t work wonders 

and has never answered the question why.

So every year around this time,

We remember and we cry.

Days like this in April-

When others celebrate spring

I see my peoples eyes, tearing-

The fourth month of the year

is hard for my people to endure-

but you can be sure,

that we the youth, are the cure-

Babyeyi,We see your broken hearts

But through us,

we can mend them

We see your worried thoughts

But through us, 

you can put them  to rest

we know well it’s a challenge 

but we are ready 

to be put to the test.

Ready to write your stories in books

Ready to Facebook status the facts,

Ready to tweet and retweet the truth,

Ready to close shut, every open door

to genociders and deniers 

ready to be a youth 

that success itself ,

could show as proof.

Today we stand here

In hopes that through us,

You see a brighter future

In hopes that through us

You can build your hopes and dreams

In hopes that through us

You can instill your trust.

Today we hold hands with you as one

In the spirit of remembrance

In the spirit of perseverance 

But before we leave this stage-

We’d just like to thank you-

For teaching us to love one another-

No matter ethnicity, tribe or color-

We thank you for your lessons of unity-

We thank you for your lessons of dignity-

Babyeyi, Murakoze-

Turakomeza twibuke abacu 

bazize genocide, mu byuryo

bgo kwiyubaka,

Kwitezimbere-

Bayeyi , namwe mwese turi hano-

-Mukomere muri ibi bihe

Imana ibarinde! 

Murakoze.


By:Angel Uwamahoro

Intashyo Lyrics (Uwamahoro's Part)

Flashback April 1994

watching graphic scenes 

off your tv screens

yet it seems-

our screams were silent 

don’t understand it-

The UN said it’s 

not enough to demand it-

should be stopped-

Rwanda’s cries 

in the news-

the world watched 

CNN BBC 

like movie-

they had eyes on us 

but they could’t not to see

genocide had us terrorized 

victimized but no one realized

So many lost ones.

so many orphans

so many guns

 so many machetes

so many people on ,their knees 

so many unheard prayers 

begging ,God please

so many questions 

so little answers

so much hate

so many late

aunties and uncles

mummies and Daddies

so much pain

so much wrong fame for my 250

so many bruises 

so many sores 

so many terrible stories 

so many tears  so many fears

so many memories so little pictures

so many mixtures of emotions

so much confusion

so much need to move ahead

so we agreed to put it in for unity

good morning to our viewers and listeners

 it is April 7th 2015

and today Rwandans all over the world Commemorate the Genocide against the

tutsi that happened 21 years ago-

We have a special guests here, in the studio from Rwanda,

who are  to tell us- what its like to be  a young adult, coming from and living

Rwanda today-thank you all for joining us— the floor is yours

where we would doubt 

now there is dreams

where we were hopeless

now we are hopeful

the faces we used to cry on 

we put a smile on

where we were fearful 

now we are fearless 

where there was hate

now there is love

where we were broken

we put it together

where there was pain, 

now there is pleasure

where there was rain

now there is sunshine 

what was division 

now is unity

what there was confusion

now is clarity



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJB83Zei6N4


By: Angel Uwamahoro.