Namatsi - Hisia Ni Zangu

I hear voices in my head not sounds of the dead high pitched sounds in my mind_  am I running mad? the pain in the voices The voices in the pain The storm hitting home when the sun is smiling high and I am running and running this maze of life I am trying, I swear I am_ deep down I feel like I am dying Fight a little longer...  Its me against myself and that's why it hurts the most how did these voices crawl in_ how do I fight them? Or maybe I should give in  because maybe I am running mad This beautiful artwork is the works of a friend and artist from Bungoma, Kenya. amazing how he uses banana fiber, grass broom and other earthly material to create his art. © Namatsi Lukoye

A woman like me, is rare But not too rare she is there Her intentions are pure and present as her love Love overflowing , her actions consistent_ So unblur your third eye’s vision and visualize yourself in the presence of a queen, Your queen, not here to state laws  But do the things kings and queens do Your queen, taking care of you and living the dream with you Your queen, sharing this human experience with you Whether in the kitchen washing dishes, or, Working through the night… you see she knows she owns the table too A woman like me, loyal, ignoring temptations focused_ In love with herself and her passion is there She is kind and that may be her weakness And yes, she has her flaws forgive her shortcomings, tell her so she can work on them A woman like me, loves sex, and knows her sexual rights Is in charge of her womb_  She knows she shouldn't depend on you, but travel with you A woman like me is not a part of you, She is a complement to you © Namatsi Lukoye