Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

50-50 that suits me right! I am 50% art and 50% fashion A unique and powerful combination of an artistic and fashionistic self presentation 50 Art and 50 Fashion When the two meet and make love I glow in their great orgasm But when the two titans meet and clash Then I face the thrush And like blood spill in an episode of Spartacus I am all over stinking like a dead carcass 50 -50 Am sure that Picasso and McQueen turn laughing in their graves I wake up with Syvia Owori inspiration to Namatsi by Namatsi Then end my days with Chelenge's carving sensation to lusting for poetry 50 - 50 I meet other fashionistas and art carvers like me and their eyes shutter with disbelief starring at a walking doodle, unfinished sculpture in gladiator heels A walking billboard of duracoat paint 50 - 50 none prospering, none overpowering One side believes I am a star The other just paints them out in words One side is straight... imara kama simba The other.... is cheeky.. I call i

I thought of all the dangerous things in life The things that stab the soul hard and painful and make it cry How dangerous it is to stop living when you are still alive How dangerous it is to feel all alone even when surrounded by all those who care I thought of all the pain danger brought And of all the tears danger’s pain stole How dangerous it is to pile up wrongs like the bricks of a pyramid in our hearts Because unlike pyramids the heart being a softie Hardens and sooner than later explodes to fragments so small and hard to glue together I thought of how dangerous it is to cry inwardly Because what scars the spirit are the secret tears that can never be wiped How dangerous it is to say something and wishing you hadn’t and yet again Saying nothing and wishing you had! I thought of how dangerous it was to say “no” when you mean “yes” And yet again saying “yes” when you mean “no” How dangerous it is to sacrifice everything for a diamond that’s not worth And for being

Is it true that we long forgot that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder? That we encouraged the birth of falseness? We make fake, give fake and show fake all for falseness sake! That what we love most is to dislocate the truth Is it true? Then love me Kimani!! Love me deep; love me right just the way I am, so I can answer these questions! Is it true that love is one of the most important things in life? Yet the kind of love that lasts longest is love that is blind? But isn’t it true that when you are too blind to see then you could be living a lie? Is it true? Then teach me Kimani!! Light it deep; light it right so I can answer these questions! Is true that those who go looking for love never find it? When we all know that true love doesn’t last long? Why do we all wish we found it knowing that it will soon go away? Is it true? Then listen to me Kimani!! Listen to the depth of my words so I can answer these questions! Is it true that the most pain comes whe

EXPRESSION TIME DATE: 19th September 2010 TIME: 3.00pm to 6.00pm PLACE: Bowling Green next to City Park INFORMATION: So many are the times that we put our expression on paper and keep them all to ourselves or a few friends around. Welcome to expression time and listen to stories caught between heart and paper! Various Guests... will keep you smiling!!! DJ richie to keep the mood right Nyama choma and alcohol at affordable prices And you to be entertained Jah Bless

Over the years I have lived In all the ways I have acquired knowledge Knowing the difference between reality and fantasy Still, nothing fascinates me like this part of the world That I see when I close my eyes, in my own little bud I stare at beauty beyond belief! What a sight? In all ways I wish you could see what I see Let me describe… hoping that my words will paint the picture I see the world in so many colors Almost like a doodle that I did when I was still in kindergarten In the eyes of the small girl I was that was beautiful Why is everything so true when we are children? There is no better joy to see it all coming back to me Back to those beautiful days The sun so beautiful, not harsh, so gentle The water pure, so free, The earth so green, so enchanting The breeze so fresh Those were the days I would take a deep breath and never want to let it out This is the world I wish you could see with me I see families out playing with each other Dad and mum playin

Such a mixture A big confusion to any reader Like a doodle done by a stupid little kid Colored and painted where need not to be Such a feeling day in and night A mixture of emotions deep to the bone So, Thinking… how do I ignore? Trapped… in between two worlds Am I sleeping or am I awake Or could it be that I am dead?