Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

I really wanted to write you a poem To write a poem about you About what you do and how you make me feel Your eyes when they are staring at me Your smile when it is all mine Your arms when they hold me tight Your lips when they touch my skin Your fingertips when they torture me Your words and the way you calm me Your ways of turning me weak and wild How do you do that? I really tried to write all this in a poem Found it so hard to put it in words Because................ You are the poem! You are my poem! You got me wishing for a little me who looks like you too! That would put music into the poem! How do you do that? © Namatsi Lukoye

No retreat!!! No surrender The Ocampo 1300 have to be remembered Or these drumbeats will never stop Ilete Baraka kwetu Haki iwe ngao na mlinzi Natukae na udugu Amani na Uhuru Raha tupate na utawi I feel war close by Something ugly is close by I can hear the chants from a distance A cry for human blood from the horizon I see…. Turmoil ahead…. A great hurricane coming our way To blow up the dust we swept under the rag! I can smell the disgusting stench of revenge like ammonia filling the air Closer, closer, closer it is approaching Bring us bring us justice!!! We cry See the 363rd night of the year 2007 I was the demon in humanity I saw blood painting the streets red and raw in pure and cold insanity On the 364rd night of the year 2007 I slept with my mother because I was scared I held her tight shaking like a leaf We lay silent waiting for the sound of death On the 365th night of the year 2007 While the world celebrated the birth of a new year We cried No

I totally don't know what was the inspiration of this poem! Its a strange piece and no I don't want to die soon! I am not afraid of death But am afraid of living long and losing the meaning of living Am not afraid of death But am afraid of laying on a death bed wanting and waiting to die The process scares me! I am not afraid of death But am afraid of passing on; with feelings unsaid; then wish for one more day to say them… Which will only leave me wishing for one more days I am not afraid of death I am afraid of a mere feeling of existence, living without a purpose I am afraid of getting lost in the air like I never existed! Am afraid of dying poor but dying and in pain… Am not afraid of death at all © Namatsi Lukoye