By Hillary Kuteisa
Friday, March 11, 2011.
DO NOT WRITE YOUR STORIES
Do not write your stories in the sky.
The wind will blow them to places far and wide
And when they reach various people’s ears,
Who knows what sentiments they rouse in them?
Do not draw your secrets on the walls.
The rain will wash them down to the streams
And when they’re carried home in people’s water pots
Know you the broths they brew with them?
Do not tell your dreams in the air.
The birds will sing of them all day long
And when they reach spiteful people’s ears
Who knows what ideas they in them inspire?
Do not throw your judgments in the winds, please.
The rains will fall to the ground with them.
Mother earth will nourish the plants with them
And the flowers will bloom so bright with them.
The visiting bees will hum them all day long—
(And some people know the language of the bees!)—
Finally when they reach your enemies’ ears
Won’t they cause only bloodshed and deaths?
Sometimes the night will be too dark
So dark that not a shape can you perceive
Though you from your sockets pop out your eyes.
But at times the moon will show her silver self
And bleach all that black with her bright radiance
Blessing the world in a beauteous splendor
Yet some gloomy mist will rise
Stealth as a thief, from God-knows-where
And blot out that orb from the face of the sky!
Hillary Kuteisa is a Chemistry student at Makerere University, Kampala, Uganda.