My name is Kevin Jahleel Ishimwe, and I am originally from Rwanda (The Land of a Thousand Hills) but spent most of my childhood in the US. I moved here when I was thirteen in pursuit of better life opportunities.
I come from a humble and modest family — I am a son to two wonderful caring parents who sacrificed a whole lot to ensure that I become equipped with the best knowledge to navigate the pressures of life’s subtleties.
Growing up in a diverse community of people from all walks of life truly instilled in me, at…
Fresh rain brings hope
Castaway all stale despair,
And reach for the hailing sky
moment of truth is upon us
Dance to the seasonal rhythm,
Of timely emergence
Swift feet tapping to rain dewdrops,
Of brisk sustenance
The drought of ineptitude is no longer,
Savor this brewing birth
School of passion in full effect,
Like a flower in full bloom
Hope — the pulverizing life force that wrecks illusory façades of despair.
At the end of the day — no matter how low you get, always cling to your hope. Hope is that force that reminds you that a sunrise…
I still vividly remember the first time I witnessed an act of kindness, an act so surreal that inspired me to appreciate this gift of life. The morning routine started just like any other by breaking fast with my parents and proceeding on to complete my chores before heading out to catch up with the homies in the neighborhood.
Back in those childhood years, we spent most of our days exploring the neighborhood, playing soccer, or competing for the rarest marbles; this was quite the popular game in our childhood before the dawn of technology, hours would fly by before…
Hope — a beacon of the impossibility,
The gleaming voice that throbs
Our quailed hearts to vanquish
Our doubtful state of being
The soothing melody allures out:
Our yearn for self-expression,
That emanates a sprout
Of amorphous joy; resolution
To shatter imposed boundaries,
Latent reflections of greatness,
Imminent awes of the almighty
Force exhuming our realness
Unequivocal bond of this word,
Invokes the willpower
To tune out numb ephemerals,
Sheltering our crown of life
HOPE — Hold on, pain ends
Thank you all for reading. Thanks to Melanie J. for tagging me in the “Hope” prompt. Writing this poem was…
“Give careful thought to the day when the foundation of the Lord’s temple was laid”, you gently nudged me. What would ensue, I did not expect. But I inherently knew it was no ordinary day.
“I am in awe of what my body is capable of” — a timely prompt to reflect on how magnificent this journey has been. Permeated with insurmountable thankfulness for this precious gift of life, I cannot help myself but glare at this life force.
The manifestation of a force to be reckoned with — directing each organ to bring forth its purpose for the harmonious…
My relentless attempts to gaze at the horizon
Further hinges me away from your presence
I lose sight of each moment distracted by
What lies on the surface
How can your essence resonate fervently?
Yet your delicate touch is no way near my midst
Heart of a conflicted soul in search of its twin flame
Will that dream become realized or disappear in the mist?
Streams of questions keep my heart up at night
Like will my heart ever feel light
And embracing of life’s waves — constant fluctuations
Of circumstances, by daring to shine with no reservations
I fought hard to suppress
Long and hard, I strained
To sabotage me from self-expressing
Naïve was I to think that it would not resonate
Mr. foolish — succumbed to a hostile world
Inner critic, how rude you were
To mock me rather than appease
The distortion holding me hostage
I had to take a step back from imposed habits
And look hard at the hue
In the still water to revisit
And retrace I went wrong
Only then was I going to
Shine aglow to the fine tunes
Of life waves; joyful feet
Tapping to this brewing cadence
Of possibilities and eternal…
In pursuit of truth and the promised land where peace and prosperity coincide, I crossed paths with fate. The eminence of two diverging paths — testing my intuition — two diverse destinies, one daring soul consumed by the pressure of these weighted choices.
The sojourner had long wandered rugged paths of resentment, resentment that produced an ingrained self-hate, a self-hate that denoted a vexed self-image.
A soothing flow of love liberated the sojourner from egomania’s shackles; the rugged paths began to become plain.
The sojourner’s vision was panning out, and the ever-presence was progressively adjusting the pieces.
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