Keziah Elaine Ayikoru, a returning writer is a Ugandan poet, singer, fashion designer and graduate architect. She is also an alumnus of the Young African Leaders Initiative (YALI) Regional Leadership Centre of East Africa. Enjoy!
So what are we?
That buttermilk fit of emotion
Frothing and beautifully rising…
Culminating in a sense of euphoria
Or the black pepper anger
Poured in maximum quantities
Dulling our senses
Are we our bones?
The structure that holds us together
Helps us stand and not crumble
The skeleton of flesh
Curved out with ingenuity
From the day of inception
Are we our senses?
The five that we know
Sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing
On which we rely for perception and direction
Are we our blood?
The oxygen-filled red that flows in our veins
Giving our hearts substance for beating
Regulating our breath
Are we our possessions?
The things that give a sense of security
Cars, houses, money
The pretty, flashy and dashing items
Floating in shallow waters
Not swimming in the deep
Not standing with mountains
If flesh gives birth to flesh
Shouldn’t spirit give birth to spirit?
We are not our skin
Neither it’s tone nor texture
We are not our lips
Not its words, nor movement
Our very substance is more than we think we know
Our truest nature is beyond this surface
We are, we are, we are