Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

  You and me have this bond I can never explain Where, you pretend to be right and I ignore And this happens so many a times,   I think I shouldn't let it slide I need you to learn this You need to learn to be silent from time to time   Maybe We fight too much because; I don’t like it when you talk Maybe It’s your bad breath, sorry I meant your bad vibe! Or maybe I just hate it when you confuse my mind Follow your heart the wise fools say When we both know that the heart never gets smarter by the day Dear gut instinct of mine Stay out of the heart and mind wars © Namatsi Lukoye

Flowers are for the living, not for decorating graves! What is the use of their fragrance to the corpse So bring me beautiful roses... and simple daisies common hibiscus and the lillies.... and flowers that I never have heard of Let them rot away as I watch them every morning when I still can When I still can see their beauty When I still can find out how they smell like  Flower me like this   © Namatsi Lukoye

I sit back and ask myself... why do I write or perform poetry? Why do I continously write despite not being sure if people read or listen...... and what is ‪#‎ mirrorculous‬ album about... and why has it taken 2 years to complete! I want, no, I need people to understand poetry. I want my words eventually to make sense to those who have no idea what spoken word is about... I want people to see this art as a gift! I need my words to feed someones soul! and to have a product that can heal... wounds that cannot be talked about out of fear. I want people see spoken word differently and not like competitive art.  To listen and watch words make love or fight and eventually paint a picture people can understand!   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Bkva3xJJoE&feature=share © Namatsi Lukoye

I may not say much... probably because nothing should be said... or maybe because , there is nothing to say really I wonder if you get this though... You are like some white powder the government warns us against Some white powder that people get addicted to like some white smoke that can soothe pain for minutes Make adventures yet relax the mind Some white smoke that dresses others with courage am just putting it down down plain Some powerful medicine that the body can crave for And I could get addicted.... Mastered how you could steal my mind Words are like sweet poison sometimes.... crush them inhale See how my body weight becomes different in your arms - suddenly I am light How I exist in two worlds and honestly I don't wanna come back! Yes it was beautiful. How sometimes I say things and actually feel like my mind is telling me to say them!  So this could just be a poem about how I feel when I am high :)  I will just sleep it through and will be fine in the

I am trying to catch my breath now Sure; that the distance is a little safe now Sure; I heard her right... 'make sure you are out of the castle before the clock strikes at midnight' Before the magic is done... before you see a werewolf turning Before the mask falls off Before the paint wears off Less is always more and more less So here I stand... Safe I look back  And I always for minutes look back at the castle... I draw possibilities in the air of what would have happened if I stayed Probably the love that would grow... I smile just before I break down and cry at the coward I have become Looking back chocked up with all the warmth that kissed me And what if, I just saved myself from forth coming torture I realize that I am in pain when I look at my blood coloured feet Probably I should have worn glass shoes What was I thinking These things are fragile and you know how painful it is to run on broken glass I must be mad... anyway what is love if not mad

Go tell them, Tell them that I am that woman That, I will wait and I will fight, I will believe, I will sweat and yes I will cry... Tell them, I will crawl like Hyvon Ng'etich,  I will do what it takes to finish this race And yes I have done things…. They say that part of being human is making mistakes And unlike dreams, life isn’t only in black and white! It has 51 shades of grey and lots of blurry lines it has things only the blind can see and the deaf can hear Let them not cheat you that it is simple! It is complicated... Wanasema shilingi humulika nyingine basi maisha kawa sumu Kwani kweli shilingi ni maua lakini tena yaua Maisha magumu, soma kwa bidii!  Mwisho wa kusoma, siunafaa upate kazi mzuri sana! Vipi ikawa wimbo tu? Nami najiita msanii, nina ndoto ajabu… wanaonijua kaniita ‘malkia hodari’ Lakini dunia kakanusha haya kaniona mchenge! Mtu hivi hivi Wanasema chema hujiuza, kawa vipi kama maduka yote yalifungwa? Je, unaelewa kwel

Did you hear the horsemen coming I Africa have been burning since pestilence came knocking, riding on a brown horse In he came walking, with the gifts of malaria for my children They no longer reach five and those who do never get 25 Aids is waiting to give a real surprise But am I really surprised?                                                                                Why should I? When I got a cancer called corruption to spread   Endangering the morals of the whole society So don’t be shocked but, where I am from; the freeman drives the benz… the prisoner counts the cents, the whole society is bent… so who is going to correct the dent Sometimes I look around and all I could see are weak men Slaves to paper deeply held in its thrall… it is the song on our lips The heartbeat that makes us whole Yes we can see but our souls are blind His brother war comes to visit from time to time, he is my permanent guest sometimes… And he finds his favouri

© Namatsi Lukoye

You must be the devil As beautiful as you are... you must be pure temptation You must have a voice that can only order heavens to sing  You must have a power that make God give man free will You must be poison, if I choose you I die, if I don't I am sick You must be the devil © Namatsi Lukoye