Disrupt - Who am I

Often the universe leads us to paths that lead us to new roads - I recently went to a the land of seeds; thanks to Hivos. Here are the poems I wrote for Disrupt.


Who am I

I am a seed in the soil

A farmer in the field

The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge

I am here and I have something to say

No pain no gain but this train I ride is too long

The rain I see, fall is too plain

It fills me with needless pain

Ni usiku wa manane giza kote imeenea

Amelala shujaa, mkulima – kesho ifike jembe akashike

Si usingizi mzito ni ule wa kudukuadukua

Ule wa kuhofia – wa kufikiria

Kidogo amelala, kidogo anaamka wasi wasi – kila mara

Tukajajua mja huyu ni  bingwa! Kwani sote twamtegemea

Vita ametupigania – chakula mezani kifike -  lazima nimzungumzie

He stands alone – feels alone – looks for hope
Stripped of rights 
In a country so rich

I am a seed in the soil

A farmer in the field

The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge

I am here and I have something to say

In sleepless nights with no lights

Plow and plant till bones ache and hands cry

Sweat with honest labour

So rain, rain oh please rain

Pour down like you know us – come back to us

For all is not lost to the farmer who keeps on keeping on

So keep on keeping on

The winds of change will blow

The markets will colours glow

I am a seed in the soil

A farmer in the field

The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge

I am here and I have something to say

And surely from the safety of the angels eyes

We are deeply felt – we breathe with ease

Past fake seeds we plant real

Past lack of funds we purely give

This is not a poem to break you or make you weep…

Rather it is to build and ask you to breathe

And ask you to keep on keeping on

I am a seed in the soil

A farmer in the field

The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge

I am here and I have something to say

The Language of Seeds 

Hey you…

Do you know me –?

Think! Have you seen me?

Shrink… have you felt my need

In these great times we live ----

When we are dropping, fading and  leaving no print

Hey you…

Do you know me –?

Do you know my name?

Or where here I am from or the gifts I proclaim…

Life – health –wellness

hey you, Think

You should know me

You should feel my need in these great times we live

No rain no flowers…

No flowers no seeds – no seeds no growth – no life – no me – know  me

Hey you

Do you feel me…?

They have dropped some of us along the way –

We were not fit they would say…

One by one… we would become yesterday

You see some people are not good or kind with plants

Even the best of us dry up in their hands

But there is a different type of people you see

Whose mind is not blind

Who is kind, enough to give us life

Without which I would have remained inert

A lost life, in the dirt

Hey you – do you know me

Do you know my name?

Say my name –

Say my name –

Yes say my name – so I can live far and wide

© Namatsi Lukoye