Being a loser, had always scared me
More than having a toast with a ghost
More than a jumbo snake on my neck.
And as I sat among all those blessed
Bodies that manifested achievements
My fear grew deeper than the deepest
that I could taste it between my lips!
I went outside and looked all the floras
Looking as greener as coniferous trees .
Oh, Rwanda, Rwanda, Rwanda! Everybody
loved Rwanda for being clean and green.
For my Musanze spring was a perfect season
It gave me hope that like trees shed their
leaves in autumn and grows back in spring
I’ll be a winner cause I was once a loser!
My life is like Marley without cigarettes
So I lit up the Marlboro and took a puff
Not only I wanted to feel myself though
That’s always part of it. It was just that…
I was shaking and needed a thing to hold!
You knew I loved you, you knew who I was
I was Ange The Loser with anthem “Fail”!
Scars ain’t a thing to hide but to display
with pride, Kintsugi of Japan thought me.
Each scars has its own story and beauty
So I started showing off my scars proudly.
I became a giant loser to you so I became
a loser to myself. That’s the things about
words – sometimes I let them define me!
Hurricanes, Hurricanes, Hurricanes! Who
would’ve thought that moist evaporated
from Pacific Ocean would cause a storm
so destructive like you. I never thought
your words would break me, I never knew
your words were strong until they sunk
in my scars and broke me like Hurricanes!