Mary Blessing Ahairiirwe
Years come, years go
Eras begin, eras come to an end.
On the evenings of the last day of the
year
She unfolded a piece of paper
The soft rustle breaking the silence.
With keenness, she held it on her laps
A small pencil, the size of a finger
Danced between her fingers as she
reached for her glasses.
Ticked and crossed on her paper
Amidst the distant laughter of people
Waiting anxiously for the new year
She smiled at some ticks, her heart light
Fading in despair at some crossings
Shadows of memories.
To the left she slid
To the right she was held.
Millions of people were born, thousands
were buried.
She raised her eyes at sunrise, lowered
her face at sunset
Hoping the heavens would spell answers
to her unending questions
Maybe on the last day of the year.
It was a year she had laughed her
loudest
It was a year she had mourned her
loveliest.
Life in this year was never straight
She was still grateful it had come to
dusk.
She longed to see the sunrise and dawn
of a new year
Hoping it would be filled with new
beginnings, amazing opportunities
And breakthroughs in all her situations.
Mary Blessing Ahairiirwe
Volunteer
Women for Green Economy Movement
(WoGEM) Uganda
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