Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

Let me start by saying that if there is a God, then He must be cruel These storms are too strong! slapping each way you answer me these questions How he gives others children they kill How he gives others children they dump in toilets How he gives others children they don't want What game could he be playing? I guess all He wants is to punish us at the end of the day Every month she bleeds... she weeps It tears her down to see the pregnancy strip with just one line Tired of wanting to be a mother... it stings her not to have one Prayers don't work.... or maybe she just aint doing it right Kind of believes that only one will save her from the loneliness of the world And all her friends have one or two... Show her pictures Ask her for names Tell her tales of motherhood Silence is her conversations... at the end of the day she cries She has been to doctors tried everything even the traditional medicines She has been prayed for, curses broken she believes She

I must have written this poem a long time ago... found it in my archives Since I took my first puff No lie but, got hooked to your stuff You heal me it is true this aint a bluff Like some exotic therapy You make me happy Your love does something really great to me It sends a warm but yet chilly spell right through my spine I love you dangerously Seriously I love you like; I love the dislocation of truth I love you with all the light and darkness of the earth I love you like a bagger loves honey I love you like a gold-digger loves money, like money loves Bill Gates pockets I love you like women love bad weaves, like men love peeing in the streets I love you like… those dreams… those wet dreams; those I wanna be superstar daydreams If loving you was work, damn I would be the employee of the month Oh I love you dangerously Seriously I love you like Paris loved Juliet, like Juliet loved Romeo And am in love with this kind of doomed true love I love you like Samson l

I am so excited to share a part of this poem that is so close to my heart:- The political state of most African countries Sisi wote tutamuinua tu yule wetu ilipia nasi tule... natunaimba yule ni kupe Na wetu ni wetu kwa lugha si kwa wekundu wa damu Wetu ni wetu kwa chaguo wa mola wake ni kama tulirogwa mahali 'Shika mkuki, beba panga mwambie jirani arudi kwao'... alafu twajidai twa jali tukiona picha katika runinga Kioo cha jamii ni msanii wacha awafunge macho... kwa mziki na maneno ya ujinga ya kuwapumbaza Sikio la kufa halisikii dawa Milihoi wanaishi katikati yetu Translation We all will uplift our own so that we can also eat, and we call some ticks And to us he who is ours is ours if we speak the same tribe not if his blood is red Hold an arrow, carry a stone tell your neighbour to go back to where he came from'... then we pretend to be empathetic when we see the sad pictures on the televisions The mirror of the crowd is the artist let him blind them In s

The world is made of different types of flowers Those that protect themselves in thorns and poisons Those that hide when in danger… curl up we called them touch me not Those that have no clue how to fight… I call them Me! When I was younger I think I understood life… Never stay with a man who hit you… because if he hit you once he is gonna do it again And again and again and again until he wept on your grave apologizing It never occurred to me that one day I would be this flower with no clue of how to stop it How could I forget all that I learn as I grew up… When I was eight, one day as I was playing with my dolls I saw a man hold a whip… his wife running around the house screaming Stop! Stop! Please… I am sorry… it will not happen again… Terrified I ran home to my mother… I remember how fast my heart beat How my hairs stood on an edge… I remember telling myself that it would never happen to me Young children talk, I waited for my father to come home… He said, “only c

Scratch the surface... see what I feel See all the darkness... feel the heat Move within, step on glasses before you try hate I heard everyone has a story even the idiots running their mouth... I am stripping I am getting ready to show the world who I am Scratch the surface... see me Feel me Do you feel me? © Namatsi Lukoye