In the news, on our screens, in our cars, on our phones the story unfolds
All. Over. Again.
Just like: Yesterday’s story, The other day’s story, Last week’s story, Last month’s story, Last year’s story, Several year’s story
We look on, we pray, we sob, we weep, we fret,
We wonder…. When will it be me? We wonder… Where will I be?
In a Church? In a movie theatre? At a School? On a bus? On a train?
At some airport?
We mourn for her, We mourn for him, We mourn for them, we mourn
And tomorrow, it is again yesterday’s story.
It does not stop. We sigh when will it ever stop, We fear it will not stop
Yet we know, it could stop We know, it is possible to stop, it must stop.
Tomorrow is another day
What story do we want to write? What do we want to read?
What story do we want to watch? What story do we want to wake up to?
What story do we want to sleep on? What story do we want our children to hold?
This story, the story we have fed on for decades
This story we fear to see again
This story we can’t bear to hear again
This story that has left families shuttered
This story that is unspeakable
This story can change
This story needs to change
This story must change…..
- By Ugandan playwright – Deborah Asiimwe
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