Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

I have loved you even before I thought I could have you I love you, when I think of it I cry, I cannot wait to hold you really... my arms ache for you My ears ache for your call, even if it is a cry And every-time the pregnancy strip shows negative... I have died inside Yet I wait... daily I care not what the doctors have said... I believe you are somewhere... Inside me I will wait for you Even when my skin starts to wrinkly I will wait for you Even when hairs turn silver I will wait for you Even if you will come from another I will wait © Namatsi Lukoye

Did you ever see the woman inside me? Was she as beautiful as I thought she was? Was she as gentle too? Was she everything you wanted? Did you ever, well... Did you ever meet the woman inside me? Did you fall in love her? Did her charms make you flimsy? Was she what you were looking for? Did you ever, well... Did you ever wipe her tears? or did you leave her to tear... Did you ever find her Did you ever love her © Namatsi Lukoye

In celebration of Women, I join 7 women to portray different types of stereotypes and women in a Play called:- Edge of Womanhood which will be showcased at the Alliance Francoise on Saturday 8th 2014. Five voices are represented:- The boss lady, The mother, The gold-digger, the bi-sexual, and the victim. Well my voice... a gold-digger! I am so excited about this... This is the spoken word piece I came up with So you want to know who I am. More than a number that’s for sure… Let me tell you who the fuck I am Past the diamond rings, golden chains and Gucci shades Past designer perfumes… jimmy choo shoes and all the trips to France I am a strong black woman, a mother… So I understand security like the back of my hand Heaven knows that I will never lack when I host a gold mine within So, don’t feed me with love… mapenzi ni mchezo wa kuigiza Ninini chakucheka kwa boda boda I am not interested in relationships… I only take gifts that are caked with money I have no taste for

(Photo By Lubale Lukoye) They say it’s never the poet, it is the poem Then I am the poem I am the poem of tailored poets Burning with words and passion I carry metrical compositions of feelings and illusions I can blaze up the mind like El Poet does Stimulate senses make you call me Abu... give me a bow I can pull a crowd with my eyes and voice Call me checkmate! Now question that! Oh no Question this I used to be a Poet, Now I’m a Poem’ I am… Samo, Call me almighty I am the poem I seduce the spirit and I touch the soul… and make you a prisoner in my words, I create a maze and I amaze I am carol It’s my charm I am Raya A mark of perfection stitched and pressed by Orator Je, unahisi hisia ama nirudie mara ya pili? I am a theater of words call me Oduor Oduku I am that poem that makes you question Is a picture really a thousand words? Because I am deep like that… they call me Kuni Mbichi I am hard and raw nasiringi wala sifichi Maneno yangu ni moto ni kama pili p

[photo/marhaba.com.qa] She is every element of life Earth, air, water… she is fire She has the softest lips and the curviest of hips Her eyes spark greatness each time she blinks They see right into the soul, yet she is so full of mystery Her charm is corrupted by some darkness… You can only swim in her waters of doubt… Because you can never figure her out She walks with a swing and a stride that shakes the whole earth Towers as beautiful as breasts, as thick as thighs Growing higher to touch the sky And men run to her, yes, just to sip her seeds Sweat and toil in the dirt, just to make it Pregnant with expectations and dreams of a nation Her simplicity is her complex nature She is earth She is everything every woman dreams to be… But sometimes she forgets that she is earth! Nairobi, She is air Her voice Is hidden in winds stuck in her lungs For she is trapped in silence hoping the world can read her eyes It never does… and a star falls each time Escorted