Nairobi... Part One
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 by the tears of this maiden losing hope…
She has so much to say… but doesn’t know how to start
Or how to say it… she thinks that she is cursed
A prisoner of words, of melodies, deeply held in their thrall
And yet… she is air
She feels like she has no way to show how bright she can shine
When she is the song on our lips
The beat that makes us shake our ribs and swing our hips
But she is slipping from our fingertips… dust to dust… dawn to dusk! ash
Entertaining shadows that slice and rob her confidence
It’s like she mocks us each time we stand in the streets
She is so tired of change being an unchanging beast
I saw it when she laughed
In that beautiful smile… in the cares of the breeze
Nairobi,
She is water
Alive each minute of the day
Each being harder than the previous
She can slap you with a kiss, carry you to the sky and hide you in some intense orgasms!
Or beat you to a pulp in the alleys of hell… and leave you die without the word sorry
Raging waterfall!
For some reason she has this anger inside her
Her beauty is her curse, she is like karma!
You cannot keep you up… unless you learn how to trick her
It is painful to compare sometimes
This is our real story;
Mseto wa dunia ni hali ya kuajabia
Ubaya tunaosifia ndiyo makaa tunayojipalia
Mwenye uadibu huitwa zuzu, na sifa huaribiwa
Wanauhubiria Bibilia, wanamatendo ya kuajabia
Ajabu ni siri za ngono, kwa wimbo watoto kukawasambazia
Wakidegua viuno… jamani hata mababu wanashangilia
Mbwa, punda, kuku ngombe bila haya tunawapandilia,
Najawa na fadhaa, falsafa hii mpya nikifikiria
Maisha sasa ni kitendawili tusichoweza kutegua
Kifo ndiye rafiki aushi, anayetuliza maradhi haya ya kichaa
So she dies from within…
Now the stench of her corpse is too hard to conceal
The cancer killing her… sometimes it is that serious but
She has to smile and pretend that all is well
Nairobi,
She is fire
So beneath all these walls, she has a wonderful heart, Moving
As beautiful as the cry of a new born child!
Her soul is enchanting
She has a big dream! She is the big dream! Carrying visions and illusions
The kind of dream that wakes a prisoner smiling… crying freedom
I felt it when she held my hand, in her embrace, in her kiss
She is fire… blazing higher to touch the sky
And I believe in her you see, for now she is all I know… she is all I have
So I painted her a poem, a beautiful poem
I sank it in the vocals of my handsome brothers……
She is fire
I made the crowd silent for the respect she deserves
Now look at her turn,
And watch her smile,
Watch her raise her fist! Listen to what she has to say…
Give me a revolution! Worth being televised!
Give me a revolution! Worth being televised!
Hold the sun so I may see it meet the moon
Place me on a cloud… where the winds of change make love
Watch me burn… watch me bleed… watch me heal
For change
I want change in the way my children live
Change in what in what is expressed… it is not always about sex and drugs
I want growth of the mind and of the spiritual being
I want change in the media… the channel of communication
I want, I need, I live, I dream, I hope, I see, I pray… for this revolution
Watch me burn… watch me bleed… watch me heal
Give me a revolution! Worth being televised!
Give me a revolution! Worth being televised!
© Namatsi Lukoye
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