Our House
Feb 3, 2023
I arose and went to Rugoma
And a small house completed there,
Made of bricks, tiles, indoor plumbing and lights a glare.
It had stood for decades, a reminder of all that was yet unfinished, thanks to a younger brother.
My mother swore that she would not see heaven if she died before this house was finished.
The news struck my heart like a hornet’s sting.
Then, like guided by an invisible hand, things began to change in my life;