Life Footprints

LIFE FOOTPRINTS

I am Alfonso II, Warally Chris,
The Son of Prince Theodore Rally,

I was born in nineteen eighty,
In Uvira Kidjaga. 
 
When I was eight years 
The river Kalimabenge flooded;

It took my granny’s house 
And some people found 

Me in the mud after eight hours. 
When I was eighteen years,

Some murderers killed our four neighbors.
The entire community was shocked and marched 

Carrying the dead bodies.
I was among protesters who fought against lawbreakers

But we were shot by the lawmakers. 
Many friends lost their lives 

And my leg was broken.
It was around ten,

The birds sang some sad songs 
In the entire town. 

Coming Evening, 
Some Samaritans rescued me from the pit,

The bullet broke the bone into pieces, 
The world sounded over to me. 

I saw darkness in eight days, 
I hide in the grave before my burial, 

The soldiers were looking for the survivors of the massacre. 
After hundred twenty-eight, I could walk well. 
 

When I was twenty-eight years,
One night, I was coming from work,

I met with some xenophobic people 
And they stabbed me mortally. 

God was with me.
It was not my last day on this earth. 

I was admitted to a good hospital,
The doctors and nurses took care for me, 

After twenty-eight days, 
I was healed completely. 

I decided to work for God forever,
Today, I am teaching the Bible 

To women groups, Schools, Prisons
And Hospitals.

To God be the glory
Amen!

By Alfonso II Warally Chris
June 9th,2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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