A Tale of African Flower Buds

we have a flower bud, in the capital of Nairobi

it’s four years old

we hope it will explode, into a beautiful lovely flower

to fill the air of our city, with a sweet scented smell

but if it doesn’t, we will pluck it off

when it reaches ten years of age

 

 

 

there is a flower bud, in the capital of Kampala

it’s thirty-one years old

it keeps on bulging as if to explode

into a beautiful lovely flower, and fill the air of Kampala

with a sweet scented smell

but it never does

it will wither soon

 

 

 

there is a flower bud, in the capital of Harare

it’s thirty-seven  years old

it has never exploded, into a beautiful lovely flower

to fill the air of Harare, with a sweet scented smell

it’s already withered

I wonder why they can’t pluck it off

 

 

 

there was a flower bud, in the capital of Kigali

which readily exploded, into a beautiful lovely flower

and filled the air of Kigali, with a sweet scented smell

when it was a year old, now it’s seventeen years old

and still fills the air, of the beautiful Kigali city

with a sweet scented smell

a tale of African flower buds…

 

 

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

 

 

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11 thoughts on “A Tale of African Flower Buds

  1. I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff.

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