Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

A woman like me, is rare But not too rare she is there Her intentions are pure and present as her love Love overflowing , her actions consistent_ So unblur your third eye’s vision and visualize yourself in the presence of a queen, Your queen, not here to state laws  But do the things kings and queens do Your queen, taking care of you and living the dream with you Your queen, sharing this human experience with you Whether in the kitchen washing dishes, or, Working through the night… you see she knows she owns the table too A woman like me, loyal, ignoring temptations focused_ In love with herself and her passion is there She is kind and that may be her weakness And yes, she has her flaws forgive her shortcomings, tell her so she can work on them A woman like me, loves sex, and knows her sexual rights Is in charge of her womb_  She knows she shouldn't depend on you, but travel with you A woman like me is not a part of you, She is a complement to you © Namatsi Lukoye

I love to think that I am an artist, A simple being on her way to realise her potential, I want to be an artist, Care for my passion so deeply and profoundly, I want to touch like a potter,  Like a painter, or a sculptor. I want to touch hearts and change mindsets with this skill that I got! I want to sing like an angel and hopefully move you like the winds moves the trees! I want to speak like a poet, So you can find yourself! I want to dance and remind you that the earth from a distance is another star! So find whatever feeds your soul Peace deep within and share it with the world. I want to be an artist and feel so alive... What about you?  © Namatsi Lukoye

Its magic I swear Royalty in my veins from my toes to my hair Kings and queens in my soul like some love affair, Warrior chants in my blood, warming up the air, And it's flowing and flowing from my veins to yours_ Stories. Stories of generations through my life to yours!  You are a warrior Nzingah, you were born in a storm! A storm, grey clouds but look at how you stand Makeda. These are, scary times Punches to my soul_ But you are the sweet song from my chime Amina, You are love, you are strength, hope and my dime, So breathe with ease, Sing a praise when life shakes, win when it bends  And stand... For a warrior wins in a storm. My sweet girl Yara, It's a crazy world out here but you are Mekatilili of Menza! I pray that you find light, be light and burn bright! Burn away the pain and make emotions light!  I pray your world is green and doesn't bear a fight_ For any darkness may your sunshine brighter And if you ever forget your strength, my prayers will hold you! For I fe

I just discovered last week that there is a human growing inside of me... I am happy, confused, excited! Everything is rushing inside of me_ Heart pounding, I even broke into a sweat! So, I finally get to travel this road... finally! I had closed doors on this happening.... true to God I even stopped wishing and made my peace with it. Then,  This journey... is not as easy as I expected... Suddenly I hate food_ every food smell tickles my throat...  Every little bite fills my mouth, I wanna spit it out Where are the cravings they talk about! 3 months my friends tell me.... 3 months of this madness! Confusing hormones, sore breasts, mouth filled with saliva and constantly feeling sick!!!  Tired, I dont want to do anything but take a nap! and sometimes my heart beats so fast after covering the shortest distance... Cancel all morning meetings, matter of fact cancel all meetings I dont want to do anything, I want to be left alone! At this point I

I am still writing, but I have diverted my writing and artistic energy here to ESPA ( espa.or.ke ). I have not performed for a while, because inside me, I am battling anxiety and balancing of roles in my life. ESPA has given me so much perspective and direction to which I want my talents to follow through. It is becoming more than a release, it is becoming a purpose for which I pray you will walk with me still. Thank you for coming here_ you can follow more of my blogs here ( espa blog ) ‘ Art has the power to catalyze powerful movements.’  Lindsy Halleckson As we move closer to effects of climate change and environmental degradation, meaningful art can and must express the turmoil we encounter and help us process it intellectually and emotionally. ‘As climate changes we need the arts more than ever.’ Richard Heinberg  Artists have the opportunity and duty to translate the human experience into words, images, and music that help people not just to understand these events men

The old Nairobi town is in everythin g he tells me Everything he tells me sounds like the old Nairobi town The old Nairobi town in the 60s, 70s when it had just became ours Where everyone knows everybody_ million smiles paint the sky And these smiles mean victory a new pa g e, and its up to us to now create history The old Nairobi town where the jambos were met with harambee We are free, we are free.... Everythin g he tells me reminds my soul that we are to gether in this.... now when we have nothin g and forever when we build a table so lar ge to share There is no conmen, or lies, or darkness from those who pass us by because in the old Nairobi town we wish each other well_ harambee_ Everythin g he tells me Sounds like the old Nairobi town Peaceful, still holding to its name_ city in the sun_ green as emerald small city and plenty of space Paint yourself everywhere, let your ma gic shine on this town small parks and a river so blue...