Random Thoughts...

-
What is there to laugh about on a bodaboda?
What is there to cry about in a Range Rover?
Loving someone is the craziest thing in the world
Crazy beautiful, for the lucky few
Crazy ugly, for the people who are lost…
Love has chains that can bind and pull one to any direction

I have seen it all
In her eyes... when they exchanged their vows on their wedding day
I have seen it all
In his tears… each time he hit her and cried sorry
I have heard it all
In her prayers when he is out on his ‘ business trip’
I have seen it in his efforts
So that she may have some food to eat!
But there are so many broken promises between us nowadays
That makes me wonder… Does love really exist?

Where there is no money, how can there be love?!!!
And where is this place where, I can find love?
This place I can call a comfort zone?
This love nest, where it rains money at the same time
But where the heart breaks not?
What is there to laugh about on a boda boda?
What is there to cry about in a Range Rover?
To be continued…

© Namatsi Lukoye

Comments

  1. Ishmael MitishambaAugust 12, 2013 at 1:34 PM

    wow.....this is just beautiful. i find it strange how tangling love can be. so beautiful an emotion intertwined with so many fears that it muddies its flow. I struggled with love because i feared making myself absent, as that's what givin up oneself for another really is.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Namatsi LukoyeAugust 14, 2013 at 3:34 AM

      Thank you Ishmael, love sometimes is a burden yani

      Delete
  2. Ishmael MitishambaAugust 14, 2013 at 6:52 AM

    very true maze. but mizigo can be the extra weight needed to keep one grounded. i love your work by the way, especially the poetry documentary and support it, the little i can.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Velle sethAugust 14, 2013 at 10:44 PM

    Amazing,yes,amazing is the word,...there are a whole lot of theories that pple solve and understand every waking day,.but love is just not one of them..

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Disrupt - Who am I

-
Image
Often the universe leads us to paths that lead us to new roads - I recently went to a the land of seeds; thanks to Hivos. Here are the poems I wrote for Disrupt. Who am I I am a seed in the soil A farmer in the field The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge I am here and I have something to say No pain no gain but this train I ride is too long The rain I see, fall is too plain It fills me with needless pain Ni usiku wa manane giza kote imeenea Amelala shujaa, mkulima – kesho ifike jembe akashike Si usingizi mzito ni ule wa kudukuadukua Ule wa kuhofia – wa kufikiria Kidogo amelala, kidogo anaamka wasi wasi – kila mara Tukajajua mja huyu ni  bingwa! Kwani sote twamtegemea Vita ametupigania – chakula mezani kifike -  lazima nimzungumzie He stands alone – feels alone – looks for hope Stripped of rights  In a country so rich I am a seed in the soil A farmer in the field The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge I am here
Read more

Love Is Not A Fight by Warren Barfield

-
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
Read more

Tick Tock Tick Tock

-
Image
Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking I feel my ovaries jumping up and down in celebration I feel the tubes smoothness in preparations of the seed This seed saved up for just this day… this seed what they call blessing Oh this seed that will maybe carry my eyes, my smile, my legs or may be my beautiful small breasts This seed… I feel the maternal clock ticking tick tock tick tock Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking I feel it in my brain… it flashes like the sound of a nice song I see it in little baby Sean… when he smiles at me I see it in his big white and black eyes… and the beautiful chuckle he make when I play with his tummy I felt in beautiful baby Natalie, when her soft hands touched mine I felt it when I touched my best-friend's tummy…. It’s somewhere in that curve Yes my maternal clock is ticking tick tock tick tock Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking I see it in his face… every time he leans forward
Read more