Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

So many times this dying year I have been hard on myself endured so many things and thought that probably I deserved it for one reason or another So many times this dying year I have lived like a tree just being there just being seen So many times this dying year I have lived life for others Tried my best to give to be to impress to this and to that forgotten to enjoy being me forgotten that no one can be me better than me So many times this dying year so many So many times in the years dead and gone before I thought resolutions was a thing of the loser who had nothing better to do than draft plans that they know they will not do But this dying year was different I came to see my goals and achievements met and i came to understand the importance of setting goals So many times this dying year I have been blessed blessed enough to write this and to know that someone somewhere will be reading it So on the second last day of this dying year I learnt

The world is so full of sadness This I saw from his dark brown eyes welling up with tears looking up to me saying silently 'help me, Please' This eyes of this little boy in hospital dying from a disease that was killing him slowly and yet with so much pain The world is so full of sadness This I saw from her brown eyes welling up with tears looking straight at me as if she wanted to teach me something saying I had I known earlier, I would have done something about this madness and craziness I encouraged in my younger yeears has led to all this destruction of nature and mankind The world is so full of sadness I saw this in the pictures he took the pictures of people who know not of peace the pictures oh the pictures that filled my eyes with tears blazed houses lost kids dead loved ones smashed hearts scared faces butchered limbs and crying fathers and mothers saying 'why oh why' This world is so full of sadness I read this in his

Give me a cup of peace and maybe then, I will feel better give me a plate of sanity am sure that then, things will go well because right now am in a jungle of diseases distresses and infections from the head to the toe I am rotting I am stinking it is disheartening because ahead lies no hope kelele imezizidi ubaya umeenea ninaoza nimeoza kwa kasi walisema 'mwenda pole hajikwai' lakini sasa tunajua 'mwenda pole aliaga' nikusukuma nikumfinya nikumwangamiza nikumnyang'anya nikumtukana La ni kutatufa nikupata ni maumbile ya kisasa sasa nipe tiba kwa sindano niwe mlemavu wa madawa kama Shitanda na changaa kama Ali Juma na podapoda yake kama Kamau na sigara kama yule na yule wote twafanana sitaki mawaidwadha daktari wa sasa haaminiki vivae vyatu vyangu labda, ndivyo tu utakavyojua vinavyofinya niponye kabisa kionjo sitaki huruma sitaki Right now am in a jungle of fear hopelessness and poverty depression and stress I am rotting I am stinking it is disheartening because al

Tonight I close my eyes and see delight you and I in dim light intertwinned so tight yet so right in love not lust that's all I want It's all I need It's all I will take All I will give It's all I think It's all I breathe and my subconcious mind reminds me of this each night in dreams so tonight again I see delight

I heard from someone that you cried out last night that the pain had weighed you down and the only way you could express it was through tears so I came to check on you and hold your hand and somehow let you know that every time the sun shuts down and the moon hides and stars refuse to twinkle every time everything seems to be going wrong when you are not sure you can go on I am standing in the gap for you Somewhere praying for your strength I could probably do so little to take it all away But it is good to know that If I could I would take you from everything you see and feel to a place like so nature so green waters so blue sun so beautiful somewhere somewhere whose beauty is deeper than the visual just you and I Baby in loving memory of Sayana(2000-2009)

For years there has been a lot of tossing guessing.. finding, keeping and losing beating myself up and crying then going over and over again looking but not really looking so it doesn't appear like am desperate As years went on people started saying that I was looking for a Mr. right and that just wasn't right saying that that kind of man doesn't come by it seemed like a crime to want something more someone to fulfill a certain kind of craving a special kind of loving.. peace and understanding amid the haste of the world but I believed that he was out there But as the years went on I bump into him an angel... an angel... because only an angel would breathe sanity in the danger of war rain warmth in the solitude of imprisonment shine trust in the agony of torture and love love and love in the incidence of faults I hope am not dreaming or going crazy because amid these cruel happenings of the world I feel like you came in just as the rains drenched my soul and saved me As yea

I thought that love wears out I totally believed it did played like a game used like a rag left, right and center for a limited time then thrown away till i saw this old couple tickling and giggling flirting and kissing and still....... after 65 years finishing each others sentences I thought that love wears out I honestly believed it did with lies told and secrets kept and hearts with no shame, of dragging someone along for a limited time then thrown away till i saw this old couple holding and hugging flirting and kissing side by side rocking sailing and still........ after 65 years finishing each others sentences I thought that love wears out I could argue it did till i met this old couple till he introduced her as "the love of my life" "the significance of peace and all that is right" till she said "after 65 years, it is still his heart and soul that is my home" I thought that love wears out till I saw this old couple

There is something about you something I am trying to figure it out something that confuses my mind my heart and my soul something that lights a spark of perfection fine art and beauty There is something about you something I am hating to love The way this thing draws me to you The way this thing makes me crave for your attention your touch, your kiss and your tender love There is something about you something more captivating than a reverie more intoxicating than a drug more confusing than witchcraft something just something I am still trying to figure it out

I have met people in this land those who inspire those who challange those who build those who move mountains day and night and those who do so much with their hearts and actions and speak nothing about their deeds I have met people in this world men and women who use song and dance paint and brush wood and stone thread and needle pen and paper lens and shutter to teach to inspire to move hearts and touch souls I have seen them humble their pride and speak nothing about their deeds I have met people here and there I have sat down with them I have listened I have learnt and I have been moved to tears I have pondered and wondered how small roses like so have hearts the size of an elephant! And still speak nothing....... about their deeds The rose among thorns!

I travelled to a world my mother could only dream of so I set off to the fields just as she had asked and I saw it beauty in its unborn element fresh and pure radience fine white beauty cacooned in small cotton cold crystal like flakes what they call snow This world my mother dreamt of this land and atmosphere that experienced a kind of heavenly descent falling just falling gently so gently white light soft cold flakes so beautiful words cannot justify snow For days I watched in wonder the snowfall that gave birth to snowfields the treetops that glistened in their white puffy coats the snowballs thrown by day the snowmen guarding by night the skiing the sleigh rides all in enjoyment of what they call snow I spread my arms and inhaled the beauty took it in for my organs to feel should a time come for me to tell then every part of me shoud help me describe this cold beauty my eyes witnessed snow I took a picture for my mother to see hoping that she would capture the beauty that she could

its true that life is one big lesson you learn to have an not to have you even want to have without knowing what you really want you learn to walk to run you drive and then you get to fly those who can glide and soar and visit the moon the human mind suprises me at times i have read about men and women who have done extra odinary things people who sat down and came up with elecricity people who formed words and gave meaning to them people who own half the earth such kind of people and many more geniouses the biggest lesson i have learnt in life is the power of the you not the secret i read the book and no i dont agree with everything in it i dont really attract everything i want if i were to coil it i would call it the power of you See i am not all that of an achiever i havent driven a car yet leave alone sit in a plane so many things i havent done But the power of the individual amazes me at times what i have today i hoped for once the power of the secret'? no, some of it i did no

I am heartsick My mentors, my teachers We live in a lost lost world Where good leadership is just an invented mould And the church is a comical crowd God doesn’t lead any more We dumped His ways in a mole hole To bend a knee for a prayer, we need a special event Between the truth and lies Knowingly, we pick the latter And compete with The Heavenly Father We choose when to give life and when to take it away We let men and women get on their knees and beg us for mercy My fathers, my mothers We live in a bitter bitter world Where people are slaughtered! Head from torso! Children are killed! Raped! Abused! Houses tourched we actually to nothing as others lay on a mat days and days dying of starvation Others laugh at tears Relax in living rooms, enjoy water rides, trips and all with no fears peace is a game of words played by the mighty Who would never let it exist My brothers, my sistersWe live in a cold cold world Where husbands leave their wives And mothers leave their babies For earthly

Twinkle twinkle little star How i wonder how you are, So apart we both are, It kills my heart both in and out, Is your heart still mine? Am filled with doubt! or did the memories all depart. Do they treat you right where you are? Or do you wish i was there all the time? Twinkle twinkle little star everytime i think of you the wound is fresh and tears roll how i miss you only heaven knows. Namatsi

She gets up every morning by God's will, smiles at the first beautiful sight she sees, the reflection in the mirror right across her room. Royalty an african queen a black beautiful woman. Whether she dances at funerals, cries in a style or eats 'tsiswa' and 'omena' she is filled with an overwhelming cultural pride. Whether th sun shines or th rain pours: she is glad to have the present of today. She is amazed at her awesomeness she loves herself most her deathly sin would be pride. This royal soul has no tolerance for anyone or anything that doesnt love and respect her throne. She believes that pretenders are ur worst enemies. She is quick to anger but quick to forgive. She is a symbol of fire. She is a lioness, yes that big cat, she protects herself she protects her own she cares she listens she is patient she has a soft spot for animals (except amphibians, especialy frogs!) she adores nature. Loves tourism. She is a cook, an artist (makes things), a writer, a des

today i celebrate you we the days passed the memories we made from time to time, make me smile, make me cry today i celebrate you we the days passed the gifts that you gave so long ago, but from time to time, make me smile, make me cry today i celebrate you we the days passed the last time i saw your face the last time i felt your pain so long ago but from time to time, makes me tear today i celebrate you we the days passed when you'd halla and i would check on you so long ago but from time to time i sit, i wonder, i wish, i pray that wherever you are you think of me too from time to time namatsi

it happens so many times you lifting me from the mines where its all limeand placing me at dime to shine it happens so many times and every timei sit in wonder and ponder over why why me? who bends no knee me who bows no head me whose coated with sin me with faults and cracks and a sack on my back me filthy as can be yani, you just sat and choose me it happens so many times and every time i am silenced by blessings you never leaving me alone you seeing me through it all you guiding me even when i don't notice it happens so many times i just have to say that i love you and yes knowing that i can talk to you anytime any day not needing any special event THANK YOU. THANK YOU for ALL. Amen

Let’s blaze up the place! Create a maze, Amaze! With words that go BANG! and words that go ROAR! Metrical compositions, Carrying feelings and illusions, Ades, Ballades, Sonnets, Rhymes, Poems, Yes, poems. Let’s create temptations! Speak to the heart, Seduce the spirit and penetrate the soul, Like the serpent tempted Eve! Ha! Lets awaken chained desires. Confuse fantasy and reality, Give other poets, critics and readers something to ponder. Let’s reduce crowds to silence by wonder. For we are no imposters. But amusers, seducers, educators and entertainers Poets. Yes, Poets Let’s flame up the place! With this passionate thirst, This sensuous appetite, Strong and excessive like a vampire’s thirst for blood! If it is a crime; Let us be wanted haunted and jailed! Such is to be risked! Because this unsatisfied lust for poetry, Is deep to the bone. And like a junkie we are held in its thrall. Lust Yes, lust Namatsi