Nostaglia
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 to the floor dance and do the sing
They will tell you of papa’s tapes
The ones I took and recorded myself do the sing
Yes, they all knew me as the little girl who loved the skamaress…
They will tell you of all my moves
They will tell you
The little musician they called me
They will tell you they saw me beat
They will tell you they saw me laugh
They will tell you they saw me play
They will tell you they saw me and papa walk hand in hand
They knew I loved to do the teach
They called me little teacher
They knew I would be like papa
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 papa’s little girl
I am still the little teacher
The one who held pen and marked her own book
I still teach… I still reach
I stretch so much curving this poetry tool to reach the masses
What else can I say? They knew me best!!!
They will tell you I was a pro in the kati
They knew me so well they called me first player
They knew me well
They trusted me to save the game
They knew I could run
They believed in my ambition
They believed in me
I am still the one
The one they knew
I still lead… I still hold
I am the one… I was
Mama’s little tailor
Papa’s little teacher
And everyone’s game savior
What can I say…………
They knew me well
© Namatsi Lukoye
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 to the floor dance and do the sing
They will tell you of papa’s tapes
The ones I took and recorded myself do the sing
Yes, they all knew me as the little girl who loved the skamaress…
They will tell you of all my moves
They will tell you
The little musician they called me
They will tell you they saw me beat
They will tell you they saw me laugh
They will tell you they saw me play
They will tell you they saw me and papa walk hand in hand
They knew I loved to do the teach
They called me little teacher
They knew I would be like papa
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 papa’s little girl
I am still the little teacher
The one who held pen and marked her own book
I still teach… I still reach
I stretch so much curving this poetry tool to reach the masses
What else can I say? They knew me best!!!
They will tell you I was a pro in the kati
They knew me so well they called me first player
They knew me well
They trusted me to save the game
They knew I could run
They believed in my ambition
They believed in me
I am still the one
The one they knew
I still lead… I still hold
I am the one… I was
Mama’s little tailor
Papa’s little teacher
And everyone’s game savior
What can I say…………
They knew me well
© Namatsi Lukoye
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