“A treat for the eyes”
The ribbon of tarmac snakes,
Flows into the hollows, climbs the slopes.
The drunken eye trying to find some steadying detail
Merely looses itself in a thousand hills
The furrows of terraces, the chess board of crops
The plumb line valley bottoms.
A visual Symphonie Fantastique
From the behind leafy screen of banana trees
Points the rusty red of roofs
Mounted on the white of a thousand tiny houses
A magic garden for tropical gnomes?
Far distant where the sun sets
Where the line of mountains stands
Dressed in every shade of blue
Reaching for the heavens
Remains a last elusive plot
Eluding the hand of Man
The spade of man
To the very last.
Each stage of the journey unfolds
Sky of Kamonyi, Gitarama
Kabgayi the seat of Bishops
Nyanza, home of Kings
Fountain of mysteries
Where lovers quench their thirst
Rubona, Save, Butare
Each seeming glimpse of elegance
Is merely part of daily life
Take the journey again
This time in your mind
All is colour and light
The spirits of the martyrs are my witness
Beneath the value of the eternal sky
Land of sweetness and of pain
Just as in the proverb I say
God may spend his days elsewhere
But this is where he lays his head
God’s house is here
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