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The cost of a "HI"

He said hi And I ignored it I hastened my walk He shouted hi again as if it was his right “Didn’t you just hear what I said,” he asked “I said hi,” “hi” I said “unaringa, na wewe hata si msupuu!”(full of pride and you are not even beautiful!) I walked on………… he followed Now scared, I stood and asked! What the hell do you want? He just stood there with an evil grin, “I said hi, naukaniringia!” he said And my heart went crazy… beating as if she wanted to run away I should have paid attention Then my legs failed me at a time I needed them the most It all happened all at once… within a blink of an eye I was on the ground And my ears were all attentive to the slightest of movement Every movement was five times louder like the sound of a gun going blast Me landing on the ground, the zipper opening, the scratches I put on his skin, my screams I even heard my teardrops landing on earth He tore my panties like they were pages of an exercise book Pushed him inside me again…

The Mic

When I hold the mic Everything feels so right When I hold them the mic I feel like I somehow know Hedwig Gorski And I feel her so deep, I hold the mic And I want to get lost in this deepness, want to get high from her dopeness Then I let this performance art elevate me to heights only the eagles envy She feels my words; takes them all in and turns them into a musical score She gives me a space in which to place my words and everything feels so right She makes them louder, my voice deeper and passes them on to my audience When I hold the mic I see the space between the words, the pauses, the rhymes, the punch lines Most importantly I see the message Eyes around but when I hold the mic, It’s just me and the mic © Namatsi Lukoye

I AM

I AM Namatsi: I am 50 – 50 I am kinky, I am witty I am naughty, I am holy I am the sun that burns I am the moon that cools Evil and good, I am Ying and Yang A mark of perfection An explosion of life A theater of words I am the blade of the knife I am the heart of a lion I am the eyes of an eagle I am fire and ‘Matsi’ intertwined So when the two make love I am their great orgasm But when they clash, I am crushed So I am a leach, a bitch, a terrible itch I am the breeze that makes the nipples erect I am the leg that takes the first step An angle with the charm of a devil A star rising to kiss an avatar I am a work in progress, no stress I leave Alice to wonder, God bless Luki: I am the breath that you cannot breathe and still I am the life that you cannot take or steal I am the skill, the potential, I am the art I am the hip hop, the poem and in music I am a part I am the fire that burns; I am the earth that you stand on The water that runs, I am the air

Yesterday

Baby, I hope you arrived well in that beautiful place I hope that your pain is gone and your smile shines the warmth of my day I miss you terribly, excruciatingly painfully It still feels like yesterday Even now that days, weeks, months and years have passed by so fast Flowers have grown and died But it feels like yesterday When you and I played with the potter’s clay When my skies were grey and your kisses wiped my tears away So sad, Its only yesterday when I watched you do your basketball play And when I laughed at you because you got tooth decay! Our sweet teeth I was next, yesterday, When we got naughty and played the squeeze me play Who thought it would end this early, and in this way No more you, no more you, no more you and I Yesterday When you lay bleeding on the roundabout way When the accident washed all our dreams away Only yesterday, when Tony called me from the hospital bay Lying that he was sick, only to go and find him with blood shot eyes waiting