amazi

amazi means water in Kinyarwanda

I was born underground, for years all I knew was darkness. I was trapped in the dirt of my wrongs. My soul was thirsty but the soil was too heavy, it felt like I'd be stuck there forever.

I cried out to heaven, I begged for the light. God heard my cry and it rained. The rain quenched my soul. The seed planted in my heart began to blossom. I grew. I rose. The water finally saw me. Water became light in my darkness, guiding me like a haven. Water was my fertilizer, she helped me bloom.

I walked to the river to see my reflection, ready to see the flower I birthed into. But the dirt was still there, the wrongs were still visible. I asked the water why she didn’t wash away the dirt? Why didn’t she cleanse me of my wrongs? She replied “A flower cannot bloom with water alone.”

That's when I knew all those years spent underground weren’t in vain. The heaviness of the soil wasn’t meant to trap me, but to prepare me for my blossoming. All my dirt and all my wrongs, they’re necessary. I wouldn't have known that without the rain. The water.

Omi ooo! Ashe!