Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

Moments... This is what the universe has decided to fill up my life with... Moments of what I could call love - and immense moments of pain -  as if to love the way I do is  a sin Now now Namatsi, please let go - the winds whisper as if they understand me Moments... Pain... Trust me, this is a poem has escaped its prison It has broken chains, to see the light I never promised it I think my fingers have very big gaps -  when I think am holding so tight - it gets slippery and my stupid heart never reads the signs.... Dear Soul.... please let me not hold anything back when we talk about it Pain... Dreams... Tell me - how do you love someone who is not kind to the soul? Why this person? what did they do to make you decide to hurt me like so? I wish I was casual with love as everyone else is. I have fought nations to hold you in my arms - all you did was smile and stab my back Tell me - why did you ever come back? My dear lovely heart - Break

Poems like these come to me when I think about you Your eyes – they come when they meet mine Your lips – I feel  them when they curve in a smile  – for when they meet mine – I swear I travel to another planet - I don't know how to lie - trust this poem Poems like are real – they are honest about the countless times you float my mind,  so I capture moments and freeze them in words - its just a gift you are the inspiration As passionate as my poetry is – Poems like these hope that you have fire strong enough to hold them inside Poems like these have been used They have had fights with false gods and demons too How you go read all I write for you and still treat them like its nothing! Don't you know that poems like these are fishhooked from the depths of my soul! Poems like these still come to me - they are nothing but angels landing © Namatsi Lukoye

I seldom see my work among some of the best works in my circle; I am humbled each time people think of me like that; or relate to my work or see me as someone to be associated with... I am just one of those crazy people trying. Trust me my life is a crazy one totally different from the person you see speaking on stage or who see behind the lines you read, those who know me have stories to tell. But, writing is my gift; my blessing and burden, and when I look around I see so many other great writers or even greater. Somehow, I always find favour. I have fallen so many times but the bounce back has always been amazing; I guess it all came together when I accepted that this gift has never been mine; I am just an instrument, and that there is greater one inside me who brings these words. I am lucky to have friends – true friends. Friends in the art field; who critic and help shape my art – please note that I have never done a single piece alone without help! I need peopl

Take all the forms and shapes circumstances throw you in and rise above them all! Fit in bottles, sit in a glass, flow down a mountain, sip down  the soil - smile at it it and rise above as you join the clouds! Be water my friend as Bruce Lee said. Luki... Art is the purest expression of life! It’s so vast and is always evolving! For me it’s about being true to myself despite other people’s opinions and thoughts of how my life should be lived.  Art comes so honestly and purely, I don’t doubt its intentions. It makes me believe in my uniqueness and self-expression, and that we all should always strive to be the best version on ourselves. I mean, we only have one life to live, so we should live it to the fullest.                          My art is a mix of many genres of music that have inspired me throughout my not so long existence.  With music, I feel that I can communicate more directly and precisely no matter the language as opposed to just having a conversation.

There shall be showers of blessings... Showers of blessings from hearts that we meet There will be moments we will be mad at each other But the memories we create will surpass all the storms we have faced.... To our dearest, Charles Lwande Every thought of you is warm like the beautiful sun at noon We marched in to sing our hearts out, We marched in to Piss off the neighbors, win the drink - with a shout With the eating, and the folly, and the   fun   -- And the lying, and the lusting, and the drink, of the gods and the dance that we drop to- when we're   done, to the thoughts that burn us like irons And bars we killed like lions We were bonded; as if the same blood ran through our veins We were bonded And I tell you,  that you blazed fire With your guitar, young man... when you stepped on the stage,  when you opened your mouth It was all showers of blessings every stolen feeling of diamonds, platinum and gold Every chord, every word,

Say a prayer for a poet whose heart turned cold once she kissed with warmth now she'll leave a frostbite on your soul Say a prayer for a poet Once she loved with a fire that scared demons out of hell Now, she has frozen hearts in the chapters of her life To sit next to you, oh my love, my all! I feel like a child So am here asking myself - 'Do I have what it takes?' Tell me my darling... Will you take me broken? Say a prayer for this poet Namatsi

I am back to regular blogging... don't know why i ever stopped!  There is no guarantee in this life... there is no perfection either! There is no such thing as a perfect poem or song or anything - even we humans are not perfect yet our artist is God himself. I have lived 4 years of my life trying to make my work perfect to fit the critics, to fit my fans... (some of us are just sensitive about our art) I don't know. I have worked with a miraculous team on a mirrorculous project- one that doesn't tire! one that shows up and and asks how do i come in and what do i do - and to this date I have held back most of the work we have done together - because someone pointed a finger at it. I feel terrible - I think that some of us were given gifts to share with the world and probably not even give a price to it. I am tired of holding things - and tired of pleasing imperfect beings too. I think some gifts are too big to be held back by words (and they will come) and by action

Our sky has darkened without the light and life of Charles Lwande, who the art world embraced as Cee L Nuke, one of Kenya’s outstanding artists, vocalists, rapper, and poet. 35 th Slam King, aarban cypher champ, amazing vocalist and captivating guitarist. The countless souls who drank of the nectar of your beautiful music will surely miss you. May your legacy live on in those who were influenced and touched by the magic of your voice. May those who are broken - hearted by your loss find strength in the beauty of your work. For your family and friends, may they find peace and comfort in dealing with your departure - we surely will see each other again.  It has been a privilege to be rained on by your essence.  For Charles Lwande, For Cee We marched in to sing our hearts out, We came to Rap and recite some poetry We took shots at the back to tease our adrenalin! And you would run to the front– who would deny it, Cee You were