A Letter To A Late Dad (I'm Coming Now)
Poem By Fred B Kagame
My late Dad, You left me far from your friends.
Later i knew some of them towards the end.
Between me and their kids of my generation there is a range.
But towards the death, the range comes to an end.
Why do we people like revenge, yet life is like a rented lodge?
That's why I'm tired of this cage; life is similar on the bench.
Few advised me to don't care of anything goes.
I'm sorry daddy because i'm coming now.