Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

Love is not a place To come and go as we please It's a house we enter in Then commit to never leave So lock the door behind you Throw away the key We'll work it out together Let it bring us to our knees Love is a shelter in a raging storm Love is peace in the middle of a war And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for To some, love is a word That they can fall into But when they're falling out Keeping that word is hard to do Love will come to save us If we'll only call He will ask nothing from us But demand we give our all I will fight for you Would you fight for me? It's worth fighting for

I had it, I had it all Strength, love, warmth, I had it all, wealth, diamonds, minerals beyond believe I had the most powerful curves from side to side; I had it all I had a pride that was black and powerful; and I danced in it I had the freshest flows, filled with purity and calmness I took pride in it I loved my waters, I loved the flows gentle and sweet like a baby’s kiss; I had it all I had it all; then they raped me They took advantage of me Their goal was to destroy me; like vultures they scrambled inside me tearing me apart They dragged me on paths filled with pieces of glass My spirit bruised my skin tattered They attacked my soul and fed on my blood They made me hate myself, as they took the best of me And they were done; they looked at me and spat to my face, laughing They left me for dead destroyed like Haiti after the earth quake And no one helped me I cried for so long but no one heard my cry I had faded into Jurassic park but now I am back I realized t

I am my mama’s child Reminiscing the days I wore mama’s pams The days I went through her wardrobe Ponds on Lipstick check Wanja check… everywhere right to the one dot on the cheek The little girl who went with her mother to the market The one who sat on the sewing machine The one who peddled and broke all the needles of sewing machine Ask them they will tell you They know me well They know I was my mother’s child They know I talked like her They know I laughed like her They knew I would be a tailor like my lovely mama They called me the little tailor I have grown so much I have drifted so much Life has thrown me to the other side of the world But I am still mama’s little girl I am still the little tailor The one who peddled the machine I still peddle… I still make… I stitch word and word and try to make it in this garment of called life They knew me best I am my papa’s child They know me well They were convinced that I would step