Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

I started a fashion blog for my love for fashion, to express my other identity She is a wonder No one understands her power Seasonal like monsoon winds... she comes with phases Her strength undefinable Highest form of intelligence Men and women bow for her mercy She rules still in silent corners and proud empires She is the master of expression She is art The great orgasm and the slap of hate she is art © Namatsi Lukoye www.namatsibynamatsi.blogspot.com

I got carried away listening to the lyrics of the Empire State of mind All I could imagine was being in a town where street lights inspire me Concrete jungle…. Where dreams are made of… not broken Mountain peaks of expectations and no pits of disappointments Nairobi… catch me before I wake I got carried away listening to the lyrics of the Empire state of mind Dreaming of streets which make one feel brand new Not ones which chase you with the stench of urine… creepy down town Mean streets which torture even the bravest of hearts Lined up street families that make you ask yourself “What is wrong with humanity?” Nairobi… walk silently I don’t want to wake I got carried away listening to the lyrics of the Empire state of mind Thinking of streets that show you that there is nothing you cannot do Not ones that as you, “What have you done?” Yet all that sweat, those papers of recommendations, those workshops certificates and paper diplomas and degrees mean nothing; If you do ...

Society refers to me with all my other sides A mother, a sister, a friend, career woman, and then a grandmother And conceals the fact that I am a sexual being… Silence screams my sexual side Taught me that the name pussy should not be said out loud It is an abuse… or rather a name for the weak I am done with the chains of sexual slavery Society has forced me to be my own sexual enemy And even to pleasure myself is seen as a sin Haven’t we passed the decades of narrow windows of the mind Made to think that a woman should not have sexual thoughts and desires But isn’t having a healthy sexual appetite a natural and beautiful thing? That should be praised and talked about as long as you are safe Am done with the chains of sexual slavery Society makes me think that being a naughty, freaky, and sexy Has to do with immorality, being cheap, pornographic or degrading myself I am breaking away from chains of the conservative mind With no shame to feel desire and to state what ...

I met this man who questioned the way I looked Brought me shame at my game, lamely brought my picture down its frame And everything I did was a strike on his hedge Shamelessly he pushed me to the edge His words sliced deep into the flesh Like he used the samurai’s sword My confidence he raped… press back rewind I let him play me like a tape And I let him hurt me I met this woman who made me feel less Red head she called me and placed me in her small kit, misfit she said Keen he was to my lace underneath Invaded my space, always stuck on my case Her words louder than bombs left me devastated Chemicals filling my lungs and my mind with murderous and suicidal thoughts My confidence she raped… press back rewind I let her play me like a tape And I let her hurt me I met this person Who looked back and smiled… She looked as radiant as the morning star Her eyes had dried up from crying She was like a fresh breeze, like a beautiful song with beautiful words And had such...