Nalulungi wa balungi

Nalulungi wa balungi 

Nkulaba engeri jewesembeza,

Mpola mpola olinga ekovu kulusubi,

Libanga elyewunza nga terinatuuka, 

Naye olisanga lyewomya lituse mukifo, 

Lyona lisazeko terimanyi nantuuyo! 

Mwana gwe enkulaba engeri jyo yingira wo, 

Wena- wena wesiseh olinga kimbo! 

Akawowo kansuseeko kumbe ndi mukisibo, 

Sagala kulya naye onkema olinga enkoko, 

Kyoka wenkulya omukwano gujya kwekuba lock nge empingo! 

Lwaki onzijako eza yesu, lwaki ontinkula?

lwaki wetijisa mwatu, lwaki wemola? 

Lwaki tompamu waazi, yeh lwaki tontya? 

lwaki osazewo kunsota, lwaki tolinya musota?

Lwaki olonze enze njakwokya, lwaki toonta?

Nkulaba engeri jewesembeza,

Mpola mpola olinga ekovu kulusubi,

Libanga elyewunza nga terinatuuka, 

Naye olisanga lyewomya lituse mukifo, 

Lyona lisazeko terimanyi nantuuyo

Mwana gwe sagade kwagala, 

Silwakuba neyagala naye ekitufu ndi fala, 

Nze omu kubasaja aba papa okumala, 

Nanti obuwomi buwunza bubanga obuku kubyemu eetala,

Ateh omutwe jeguli, guli mukulinya daalah

Lwaki onkuba engine nga sagala tandiika? 

Lwaki opapuka okulya ng'emere sinajula

Lwaki oduka embiiro nga sinafuwa firimbi? 

Lwaki weyisah ngo mwana ku kiiro mo? wena ojude akasigiri

Lwaki oluleeta kunsanfu nkwewunya oba nkukoleh leh ki?

Nkulaba engeri jewesembeza,

Mpola mpola olinga ekovu kulusubi,

Libanga elyewunza nga terinatuuka, 

Naye olisanga lyewomya lituse mukifo, 

Lyona lisazeko terimanyi nantuuyo

Ntandise okutya kuba wekuba kwagala,

Mukwano watu osuse... 

mubuguminkiriza teri akusiinga olinga ejinja elitude! 

Mukufaayo abalala bamanyi kwefaako baanno nebaja luvanyuma, 

Naye gwe wofa kubalala werabira nti olina okwefako.

Nalulungi wa balungi simanyi kuwa mukwano, 

Okwesiga nesiga nyo nabitya nafuka mutitizi Kati mbitekamu empisi, 

Omukwano gwo nagugwa byanema okutegera bilinga emmati

Nagezako okwegata nomulala twesanga tweyawude

Nalulungi, kitondeka? 

Engeri jenkwata mu ebintu biba biwede sinataandiika! 

Nalulungi, kitondeka? 

The weeping streets...

Bharat series 

The weeping streets...

Nobody's listening but the streets weep,

If they could speak they'd shriek...

The "aunties" clean but still it reeks,

The filth remains it must be deep within

I have watched them sweep, 

I guess it's something they should teach, 

For after gathering the heap of negligence,

They shove it down into the drainage.

The systems are clogged, 

It doesn't take the floods to know.

But all they do is fold their clothes and be on the go, 

And those in cars curse as their engines catch a cold.

At night 'fore I sleep, I creep, 

cross the road and dump my garbage onto curb, 

Sometimes I feel better off than most, 

for my mate waits until the city sleeps, 

and over his balcony rail he throws his waste, 

A gesture filled with much jester, 

Yet a common thing among the masses...

In the morn at the strike of dawn, 

The three wheel truck comes along sounding horn.

The garbage walla hops out in his dingy clothes
as the driver honks some more,

Alerting those in their towered homes
to bring down the "gold" they don't want,

And those with a sense of dignity rise 

and hand over their bin bags, 

And onto the next street the little truck 

revs away on its creeky wheels, 

To clear up some more of the evidence
that by night the city reveals... 

It's not enough that cows have shitting liberties, 

forsaken dogs can lay where they please freely, 

And crazy drivers can honk their horns unruly,.

None of this seems to raise any form of alarm

So they carry on staining the street with red spit, 

From blood shot mouths drenched in pun and tobacco,

And everywhere you go sachets of gutkha and cigarettes lead the way,

On the wailing streets of Bangalore where its just another ordinary day.

gloW

You've been down this road a million times but can't seem to get it right,

They laugh and crack at how your down but still you rise and stand to fight,

I know it's been a million miles and there's a million more to go... (Ayeh)

You should never let it go, 

Flicker just a little more, 

Light it up and let it show

There's more hope until you glow

Meet Joe, aka Mr average,

Never went to Harvard but for his mama graduated

Summa cum laude, ha, we'll never know that glory, 

Broken home, cliche story 

repercussion was he never got to dream,

Short as Kevin couldn't make it for the team

Wandered as a yungen steady always trying to fit in,  

They let him in, but he never really cut it,

It was obscene, how they let him foot the budget, 

Played him clean cause they knew his mama got it, 

That average green that just keeps you on the surface,

He played a donkey for the jockeys flaunting blondly 

Life got him like a roach, on his back in need of hope. 

Hurled into a new world, he broke down even more,

See race just ain't the issue, break it down to get the damage, 

Have you ever tried to fix an image that's been permanently tainted, 

White washed out the stain but the damage irrevocable?

So there he was, a foreigner; never spoke the language,
 so his mates in quotes they slandered,

Threw banter then they hugged him,
told him that they loved him, it's a cruel world to live in, 

But he ain't no victim, he's broken hearts like Taylor, 

Til you get down to the bottom of the truth and
find out that it won't fit if it's not tailored, 

He majored, in trying to keep a float after all the love he lost,

But walk that lonely road and sometimes God just ain't enough,

The party just won't work, so you head in for the drugs, average Joe he took a turn,

Tried to tinder lady Mary but they never really got along, 

He often thought of coco, but Mary blocked the gateway,

when he rode her like a segway, she rubbed him off the wrong way and made him stay away,

Johnnie walker slid in but Joe carried virtues of his fathers home,

But what do you do when your fathers never home,
mother's always up and gone trying to make a house a home?

You dive in and taste the water, your curiosity swims across,
and somehow you make it back on your own.

So he rose,  baptised twenty something years old seemingly too late to start to dream,

But what do you do when you're lost, alone,
and without a cause only to realise the only thing left to do is to...


gloW

It's okay not to be okay.

It's okay not to be okay.

There's strength in accepting that you are crumbling... 

There's strength in accepting that you can't take anymore, 

There's strength in barely hanging in there when no one knows what it's like,

There's strength in accepting fear, that way you can face it...

I won't tell you to be strong, I know you are,

I won't tell you to hang on, I know you are, 

I won't tell you to say a prayer 'cause sometimes,
just sometimes God isn't enough

Not when you're feeling run over and victimised by pain...

I won't tell you I know what it's like, I have no idea

But I'm here for you, here through your wavering strength

To remind you that you're stronger that you think and that
you shouldn't worry about what hasn't unfolded
or come to pass, it will only make things worse.

Thandiwe, ndi niwe

Amakungula (The harvest)

Amakungula (The harvest)

Life is a garden,
One where plant seeds along the way.
The phases are weather changes,
some of which favor the seeds,
others leave them in ruin.
But as farmers,
it's our responsibility to know
when to plant our gestures of kindness, wisdom,
knowledge, love, care and trust, or else- 
we stand the chance of being mislead or misleading others.
Time to rip what we sow.

"Agali awamu galuma enyama! "

Rainbow (New day)

When summer's larking,

And your dripping

Like an ice cone off an eave, 

You may start to think. 

That it will never leave,

Till leaves relieved from trees,

Fall freed from branches with ease

It's not death, it's relief, 

That's why they say rest in peace,

and then autumn too leaves,

And it starts to feel like, 

Winter only gets grimmer,

Till you take time off, 

To see her snowflakes- glimmer.

When you're out there collecting battle scars-
you didn't ask for and wondering whether you can take anymore... 

When each and every other day is going worse than -
the day before and you're starving yourself the freedom to live...

When it seems like your mind just keeps getting louder-
by the hour and you can't keep up with all the drama don't cower, 

Cause no matter how much your haunted mind is baffled and
hassled by troubles that make your heart stutter then shutter-
as a rabble of butterflies strives to break free- stay still,

And open your eyes...

Somewhere beyond all that darkness, 

There's a dream that you hide.

Don't deny it... 

There's a canvas and a story, 

Waiting for you to breath in life. 

Who am I? 

Am only a remainder, 

Of the greatness within,

So wait just a little bit longer, 

For the rain to subside, 

Then we'll see the sunrise,

Rise past the rainbow, 

Rise past the rainbow,

Of a brand new day.  

Filled with hope and opportunity;
because pain, pain is seasonal.

Cry to the world

Cry to the world 

Go ahead

Cry to the world,

Post it up and let them see your misery

Many will see you weeping, 

A handful will relate to your grieving, 

The mass will swipe right up onto the next thing.. 

Go on,  

Cry to  the world, 

They can hear you, but nobody is listening, 

Their ears are muffled because they too are troubled,

They are broken pieces: a jigsaw, their puzzled, 

Trying to build new worlds on their phones 'cause they can't face realities' struggles. 

Go on, 

Cry to the world, 

Where many look like they are glistening, 

But if you look within it's sickening, 

Theirs hearts are aching yearning beckoning, 

Yelling for some good ol' loving but
their desires are unrequited because no one understands them. 

Go ahead

Cry to the world, 

Where minds are burdened seeking pardon,

Where it's like a rose-bed yet really it's a thorny garden, 

And there's no virtual clips to chop and nip the thorns 

But still you're out their on patrol like it's a cordon but no one can bare your burden. 

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