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A letter to a King

My king

The world is shaking...
But I am here feeling like newborn
For me,
Everything is falling into place - I get on my knees
To protect every feeling coming towards me in a prayer
That power of a spirit
I have found love
I have felt love

The world is dying
Slowly... the green is turning brown
But inside me I find a hope
some warmth that may be... there is still room for change
And all of this is because...
I have found love
I have felt love

I feel a hundred times like a child
waiting for that present she asked for
I am overwhelmed by all these things I feel for you
I am glad, to have them - I thought I had lost them all
I had become tired of leaving pieces of me on wrong paths
It hurts me to imagine all that light i thought I lost -
But now its back, I realise the love I have for you scares me
Its too much allow me to protect it in a prayer
in a hope that maybe the holy spirits can hold it
because we, men of flesh may be weak...
So i want the heavens to remind me always
to stick b…

But let us eat!

The great samurai held his might sword
Within a minute he sliced my confidence with it
His words
And I was lost in a forest, couldn’t find a chord to hold me up
So I let him score! Again and again
I would hide in corners dark, hoping that his light would not burn my eyes
I couldn’t imagine my shadow meeting his…
You would think that he was a god! His actions shook me down to the marrow!
With just an action, the streets would be red! Chaotic
But my siblings loved him!

The great warrior held his mighty spear
From the way he walked, it was clear that he ruled the sphere
Children looked up to him, for a future he did not envision
For him, pain was not pain until it was severe
And I am not talking about bullet holes or acid burns pains!
Much worse! Grief! Like losing the person you love over and over again
He loved the smell of tears; they designed his cologne
He swam in blood and sweat
And wore the skin of other men in the biting cold

The vulture perched on the weak br…

Just before I killed the Cupid!

Look at you... finding your way into a love story! Well then buckle up!
A couple of months ago I was burning every thought of love from my space and life because I had stopped believing in it. I actually hated that word. Someone would say it to me and I would totally flip out concluding the story with, 'the world is too fake to figure out what love is!' My friends would introduce me to new people, or encourage me join dating sites – but I always felt so desperate doing this! People were just shallow! My poems turned dark – they focused more on pain and I would define pain so beautifully you would want to marry it! I look back and cannot believe I gave too much of my time on the darkness.
Day 1
Things can really change! I met him in an official setting - I had been called to give a presentation about this and that; quite honestly I wasn't up for it. I dragged myself out of the office, sweet talking myself that I needed the fresh air and to meet new people. I do not like meetin…

This poem has come with you

Some poems come to me so easily and fast  Some take their time, I have to court them for several days or months  some have fights with my soul - I cannot control They hold a tight grip to my inside and I have to really convince myself to let them out For they are pure and true to a world that doesn’t care You see poets – poets are some mad and crazy humans We let our souls run naked for the world to see So am here to let you know That this poem - This poem has come with you
No pain no gain but this train is too long for a refrain Believe me for a while I forgot how to breathe For the rain was plain – the nights were mean Tears were sweet and pain, pain hurt no more I had become so calloused by it, that every tender touch I gave  Could not only bruise but it could break bones too Love had become the devil The closer it came the faster I ran - to the church cast it out! Please Lord Jesus! Cast it out Bit by bit turning dark Believe me  I have had to search so deep – to let go of fear Fac…

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 ligh…

The Kingdom of Kush

Poet Namatsi Lukoye, Hiphop artists and Vocalists Renata and Luki the Monster are here with a show; in collaboration with makeup artist Jaybee the Mua and models from The Sekt. With Venue sponsorship from Safaricom Michael Joseph Centre, the group have designed ‘the great forgotten Egyptian Kingdom of Kush’. With this, the visual artists have to curve our images of ancient Kush as well as design some futuristic fashion that goes with the theme. We want to dive deeper into creativity and pull out every fiber of art we can touch. Why are we doing this; - last year our band felt a strong wind as we lost our lead guitarist/vocalist Cee L Nuke two weeks before a show. The whole year none of us was able to perform as we were dealing with the loss – but sometimes darkness gives us time to find light. Through catharsis we went into creation and have come up with a series of art work music that we would like to share with the world. We picked the title – The insignificant Few, because we real…

The Poet's Muse

Nayo iwe vipi Kunimaliza kwa macho tu Na ukinibusu… najishangaa tu Nimekua kama zuzu napepea tu Au labda kama mtoto nashindwa cha kufanya lo!
Nguvu gani jamani Si kawaida nashuku ni vela au voodoo  Labda ni uchawi ulibeba toka pwani Nawaogopa wanaokuja kama wewe - naogopa si mchezo! Iwe vipi nawa mchenge Mie pwagu iwe vipi nalemewa hivi
Macho yakikutana - yangu ya legea Natamani ardhi ifunguke nijifichie Najikaza najiwekea nanyamazia - Mwili nao msaliti - jamani, vile moyo wapiga Mwili wanisaliti - hata jinsi napumua Mwili wanisaliti - maji hayo nishakua
and when you touch me  Za! Twende sasa! Nipe yote kesho labda si yetu Cheza nami usiogope kitu Au labda tupande kwa majani tufike angani zetu Una nguvu ajab, nikipi chanisumbua 
Na wanimaliza huachi hata mfupa  - umeninasa hongera mvuvi Vidole kawa miguu, sasa basi tembea jua nchi Zama kisimani - palipo madini labda almasi Nawe kwa ujuzi - ule - mizizi hata mchuzi
Shanga kiunoni - nacho hakidanganyi Kilivyo jilegeza - upate pa kushikilia kilivyo jiachilia - upate…

The Sekt - getting ready for the spotlight

we are getting ready for the spotlight now. I am extremely excited about this journey after everything that has come to me! The strong waves that scared me, the floods the wars within and those at my doorstep. Finally even with no money the light is go bright it scares me! 
The show was meant to be called The Insignificant Few - but - my soul could not get into a battle and opted for The Sekt. I feel calmer now, my vision for the show is a whole lot clearer.... I want to bring the Kingdom of Kush to life at Safaricom MJ Centre that night! I want the world to understand her history - to know the one eyed warrior who defaced Alexander the great statues, who dared to scare the greatest roman army! Yes! I want every black woman to be proud of her colour, her size, her battles and victories.
When you walk in the space - I want everything to captivate your soul! 
I will revealing my team with time - they are so hard working and keep me on my toes! My lovely parents too - and loving mother …

Sing me a lullaby

Well shame on me! I haven't kept my writing promise! I have been so obsessed with fear of looking like failing that sometimes - I keep myself from writing my life!

But - they say a poem never starts until you start speaking the truth.

I saw her in a crowd,
But, it was not me she was looking for...
I buried my screaming aching heart -
In the midst of my palms....
Breathe love, breathe

I want to be with someone forever
And I want it to be you!
In this life and past it
I want to take care of you
In sickness and in health - give you my life
In wealth and when we sleep hungry...
I want to be mischievous with you now
and haunt the world as ghosts with you
I don't believe in much, but I believe in these things!
No matter how hard the wind throws me off the shore
I know you will find me
I sang her a lullaby!
It will be well dear heart

 © Namatsi Lukoye