Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

I am still writing, but I have diverted my writing and artistic energy here to ESPA ( espa.or.ke ). I have not performed for a while, because inside me, I am battling anxiety and balancing of roles in my life. ESPA has given me so much perspective and direction to which I want my talents to follow through. It is becoming more than a release, it is becoming a purpose for which I pray you will walk with me still. Thank you for coming here_ you can follow more of my blogs here ( espa blog ) ‘ Art has the power to catalyze powerful movements.’  Lindsy Halleckson As we move closer to effects of climate change and environmental degradation, meaningful art can and must express the turmoil we encounter and help us process it intellectually and emotionally. ‘As climate changes we need the arts more than ever.’ Richard Heinberg  Artists have the opportunity and duty to translate the human experience into words, images, and music that help people not just to understand these e...

The old Nairobi town is in everythin g he tells me Everything he tells me sounds like the old Nairobi town The old Nairobi town in the 60s, 70s when it had just became ours Where everyone knows everybody_ million smiles paint the sky And these smiles mean victory a new pa g e, and its up to us to now create history The old Nairobi town where the jambos were met with harambee We are free, we are free.... Everythin g he tells me reminds my soul that we are to gether in this.... now when we have nothin g and forever when we build a table so lar ge to share There is no conmen, or lies, or darkness from those who pass us by because in the old Nairobi town we wish each other well_ harambee_ Everythin g he tells me Sounds like the old Nairobi town Peaceful, still holding to its name_ city in the sun_ green as emerald small city and plenty of space Paint yourself everywhere, let your ma gic shine on this town small parks and a river so blue......

I want to walk and forget my feet ever bled Forget blisters and all the thorns and broken glass on the floor But when these winds blows again and again - I remember the furnace I remember how the heat felt like - clearly It makes me weak - It no longer kills me like it used to We should never visit our dark rooms We should never sneak a peek at our dying demons - Demons I let die slowly - slow enough to remind me not to take anything for granted Slow enough to make me remember the lesson the lesson the universe found important to teach me Like a pot - glazed fired - Yet I still see no reason to torture my gentle soul  - but I accept the path it led me to - I remember days I would put my hand to my chest and tell my heart sorry I remember days I lost myself running crazy in forests I remember days I drowned in tears and fears Yes the pain goes away - but the scars remained - Some of us come weak or we come so broken and so scarred that we get afraid to get nak...

I want to love you until life asks me to stop, beautifully, gently and painfully until my heart stops, I want to love you with every breath I take... With every fire I exhale - With passion intense that makes forget that  I ever drowned. And should I sleep and never wake, My love, I want you to know that my soul will wait and search for yours, Because to me - the gates of heaven are marked with the prints on your hands, The key is in your kiss, For I survive the monsters on earth with your gentle smile and hug, I hope you will be mine in heaven as you are on earth. And to say I love you - in this borrowed language, doesn't do justice to these feelings I have, I love you with a power that makes me create, makes me draw pictures with words, I hope you will be mine in our youth and old age, I wish forever is a word blessed by the creators of the universe. © Namatsi Lukoye