The Day My Dream Came True
By Fr. Casmir Odundo I was then but a young colt, A modest donkey, harbouring a million dreams untold, Nestled in the village, humble origins my hold, I gazed at stallions, warriors bold, in admiration bold. They, akin to me, yet in beauty they surpass, Graceful in battle's dance, while I, in shadow cast. My dreams, to my parents, I did eagerly amass, " Cease such thoughts ," they chided, " for we bear the burden's mast. Donkeys we are, destined to toil, not to bask in glory's light, Our lot is of the earth, not the splendour of the knight." Resigned, I embraced fate, though my heart yearned for flight, But youth held a spark, a flicker in the night. Then, a Sunday came that would my destiny recast, Two men, Apostles named, in our village amassed. They untied me, despite protest, their intentions vast, "The Master needs him," they declared, and my heart raced fast. To Jerusalem, they led, the city of kings, A young vil