Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

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