Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

This man called my father, Dad How I wish that he could understand that I love him so much That his brilliance in explaining the stupid questions I asked as a child And the games we played; his care, his advice Have modeled me to be the queen I am And what a queen you have made dad! This man called my father Papa How I wish he could understand that he is my hero He who let me follow my own path and even when he was in doubts Especially about my grades He can only laugh with pride when he sees me shine on TV! And what a star you have made dad! This man called my father Dad How I wish he knew that I believe that he is perfect with his imperfections I still look up to him and would run to his arms when the storm is cruel He whose features have made me the beauty I am today And what a beauty you brought to this world dad! Daddy what are you? If you are not treasure And what a wonderful treasure, God has given me without measure! Dr. George Lukoye Makokha you

In all honesty this is the worst part of being an artist of words, a writer, you just have to put your life, hurt and secrets on paper!!! It is the greatest weakness. Anyway here is the poem I don’t usually do this But your confrontation and the selection of your words when you followed me pushed me So disgusting, don’t you have class I don’t usually do this But when you looked at me from top to bottom comparing yourself with me Asking; what I HAVE THAT YOU DONT HAVE! I do this I write poetry to heal and question I write poetry to inspire and teach I write poetry to challenge my writing To escape from the collapsing walls of this planet I write poetry and stories as beautiful as she... Hera more beautiful than Aphrodite My words as her beauty are renewed each spring... Sometimes you just have to study to get them Woman I GOT BRAINS that you don't come close to I do not usually do this But your rudeness sparked the flame I do not usually do this But when you

So far this is the best collabo I have ever done, and not because it was with my brother but I think it also the fact that words were just there! we wrote this poem in an hours time!!! no competition just trying to appreciate writing! My writing represents the kind of writer I am so does his. He is so easy to work with, and art was strongly there.... this poem does not ask for anything rather than thanks the power of words!!! Dear Pen, dear paper Take me to this lands planted in my brain by the images I see on TV and in pages of my magazines Elevate me and let me feel the breeze that a prisoner feels when he walks out the walls of prison as a freeman Bring me that joy, strong enough to seduce the pain of labour by giving the beautiful cry of a new born baby Make me a creator of words pen, a craftsperson of verses A pro of metrical compositions strong enough to carry feelings and illusions Make me a king, a god of words Make me rule in this world, I think A sailor in this o