Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
AND THIS IS FOR THOSE MAMAS WHO WEAR KANGA
And this is for those mamas who wear kanga over the armor of their lives
to soften the blows of lives filled with woe
that is brighten by the kanga cloth
that fills the holes
of those who left them…of those who never came
to help them carry the babies riding on their backs in wrinkled
damp
faded
kanga slings
And she remembers those that never came back to wipe away
hot tears of fear and shame
that fall in vain
from the eyes of those mamas
who wring life’s dirty water out of kanga cloth
again and again and again
I’m talking ‘bout the old ones
those kanga cloths that serve as recycled nappy wear
Those once new
NOW unraveling kanga cloths
whose softness helps soothe cries of babies dear
who valiantly resist brush and comb through tangled matted hair
that was quickly dried by sweet smelling kanga cloth
that had been freely blowing in the wind
fascinating the gaze of the child left alone
while mama is forced to earn a few shillings here and there
slinging short kanga mini skirts in hot foamy vomit smelling beer
that's been sloshed on the bar floor by men who grin
and rip at the old kanga cloth that she wears
It’s that same kanga that she used to wipe the uji
from the face of her baby boy just the morning before
It’s that same kanga that she'll use to fill up the cracks
at the bottom of her termite bitten door
It’s that same kanga she'll use to rock
her now full bellied baby to sleep
that same kanga whose faded colors
drain hope from her sometimes sunken
dried out checks
BUT…
is that the SAME…
that same kanga that I now see fluttering lightly
in the afternoon breeze?
is that possibly that same kanga that she now clings to
that helps lift her up
from bruised and scratched up knees?
is that the same kanga cloth hanging from her shoulders
that her neighbors now wrap tightly round her,
as they assure her that
they got her back
as if she was their own son or their own grown up daughter?
is that the same kanga cloth whose faded colors look suddenly bright and new
with almost delirious hope
with full blown courage
with unity
and with community love now fully renewed?
is that the same old worn out kanga cloth that previously was full of pitiful holes
somehow NOW tightly woven with tears dried and peeled off
like new mottled skin of a life feeling fulfilled and bold!
is that the same old kanga cloth that she used to wear before
that now wipes up those gurgles of joy that drip from the laughing face of her full bellied boy!
is that the same kanga cloth that mama now wraps round her head
as she lifts up her smiling face to the sun
NOW
with pride
as she strides with new found courage ahead
into new opportunities
no more skinned knees…no more pitiful woe!
A NEW WOMAN!
A NEW MAMA!
with her dreams and her hopes wrapped in a bright kanga rainbow!
by Charlotte Hill O'Neal on Wednesday, December 5, 2012 at 8:23pm ·
to soften the blows of lives filled with woe
that is brighten by the kanga cloth
that fills the holes
of those who left them…of those who never came
to help them carry the babies riding on their backs in wrinkled
damp
faded
kanga slings
And she remembers those that never came back to wipe away
hot tears of fear and shame
that fall in vain
from the eyes of those mamas
who wring life’s dirty water out of kanga cloth
again and again and again
I’m talking ‘bout the old ones
those kanga cloths that serve as recycled nappy wear
Those once new
NOW unraveling kanga cloths
whose softness helps soothe cries of babies dear
who valiantly resist brush and comb through tangled matted hair
that was quickly dried by sweet smelling kanga cloth
that had been freely blowing in the wind
fascinating the gaze of the child left alone
while mama is forced to earn a few shillings here and there
slinging short kanga mini skirts in hot foamy vomit smelling beer
that's been sloshed on the bar floor by men who grin
and rip at the old kanga cloth that she wears
It’s that same kanga that she used to wipe the uji
from the face of her baby boy just the morning before
It’s that same kanga that she'll use to fill up the cracks
at the bottom of her termite bitten door
It’s that same kanga she'll use to rock
her now full bellied baby to sleep
that same kanga whose faded colors
drain hope from her sometimes sunken
dried out checks
BUT…
is that the SAME…
that same kanga that I now see fluttering lightly
in the afternoon breeze?
is that possibly that same kanga that she now clings to
that helps lift her up
from bruised and scratched up knees?
is that the same kanga cloth hanging from her shoulders
that her neighbors now wrap tightly round her,
as they assure her that
they got her back
as if she was their own son or their own grown up daughter?
is that the same kanga cloth whose faded colors look suddenly bright and new
with almost delirious hope
with full blown courage
with unity
and with community love now fully renewed?
is that the same old worn out kanga cloth that previously was full of pitiful holes
somehow NOW tightly woven with tears dried and peeled off
like new mottled skin of a life feeling fulfilled and bold!
is that the same old kanga cloth that she used to wear before
that now wipes up those gurgles of joy that drip from the laughing face of her full bellied boy!
is that the same kanga cloth that mama now wraps round her head
as she lifts up her smiling face to the sun
NOW
with pride
as she strides with new found courage ahead
into new opportunities
no more skinned knees…no more pitiful woe!
A NEW WOMAN!
A NEW MAMA!
with her dreams and her hopes wrapped in a bright kanga rainbow!
by Charlotte Hill O'Neal aka Mama C
UDOM HIP HOP FREESTYLE BATTLE (2)
MUENDELEZO WA FREESTYLE BATTLE ABAZO HUWA ZIMEANZA KUFANYIKA KILA SIKU YA IJUMAA KATIKA WIKI.28 dec 2012
Photo by Natty Dreadz Kumkichwa
Come Back My African Queen
Come Back
Come back my African queen,
Come back to where you belong,
Get out from being a fake being,
Remember it’s not a sin to begin,
Wearing panties and tight skins,
It doesn’t show your beauty,
But worse it gets as
You lose dignity,
Come and wear khanga,
Artistically designed,
You will shine and roar like a
thunder on
these beautiful clothes redefined,
Or a piece of batik, sewn perfectly
to match you,
Those t-shirt tops make me sick,
And turn my mama blue
Come and have a sip of my local
brew, it won’t make u tipsy,
Stop carrying those big bottles of
Jack Daniels,
You look like a foreign gipsy
Let’s dance to our music,
African drums, zeze, marimba,
Classic tunes ensemble to give
perfect tone,
Waiting for your sweet voice, to
smooth this storm,
Come back and I will give u my
names,
African names of greatest queens,
From any kingdom,Nubia,Mwenemutapa,
Buganda,Timbuktu,Kush,kilwa,
come back and i will plate your hair
with beautiful styles,
when we walk along the road and give
me that smile,
my mind will travel miles and miles,
I heard you want to turn your skin
you want to be white?
do you think that's right?
outside white but inside black?
don't you think you will look as an
hypocrite?
be proud of your skin my Queen,
your ancestors are waiting,
eagerly waiting for your return,
so they can be proud of you being a
real being,
lets speak our languages,
languages from east,west, south the
Zulu,
Suwabona, karibu, nakupenda,
ahsante,
i talk to you in English because
when i speak my Swahili,
you pretend you don't hear me!
really?
I will be waiting hope you come back
early.
My Queen
by Peter
Arsenal Mboye on Wednesday, December 26, 2012 at 9:44pm Top of Form
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Thirdy
Mushi dah i ril like t
Peter
Arsenal Mboye so are you back my queen???hahahah Thirdy Mushi
Thirdy
Mushi loooooh im back hata sicheleweshi
Peter
Arsenal Mboye your welcome...and tell your friends about this call!
Michael Gordian
Mboye Y didn't u say that all the time I was with her.ahhahahahahahahahahaa.
TISHA SANA ARIF
Peter
Arsenal Mboye Michael Gordian Mboye c'mon
bro dont spoil her mind..hahah thanx
Michael Gordian
Mboye Nuh sijamspoil sema kanifundisha kuabudu miungu yetu ya zamani
hahahahahahaha masonrY
Zanele
Zetstar Ndlovu Wow this is beautiful well said my brother and i
really hope next time i will be speaking to you in KiSwahili or Zulu
Peter
Arsenal Mboye hahhaha...thanx Sister Zanele Zetstar Ndlovu hope they all come back
home...
Peter
Arsenal Mboye Michael Gordian Mboye those
were true Gods before we became mixed up!!
D Loveness
Felix Nice
Peter
Arsenal Mboye D Loveness Felix come back
my Queen
Miriam
Dickson am back am back
D Loveness
Felix On ma way peter..
Peter
Arsenal Mboye D you better hurry!!!\hahahaha
Peter
Arsenal Mboye Miriam Dickson.....really????
Steeve
A-town NatiVe Mamuya i talk to you in English because when i speak my Swahili, you pretend you don't hear me! really?
Peter
Arsenal Mboye hahahahaha
Mystikal
Ebony love it!!!
Michael Gordian
Mboye True gods huh and nwadays mnawadis freemason, for wat they
worship
Peter
Arsenal Mboye Steeve A-town NatiVe Mamuya
hahahaahaha
Innocent
Nyange Mzuka sana
Charlotte
Hill O'Neal Beautiful poem brother! Nzuri sana na tamuuuuu kweli!
Cavin
Goadian Mboye Umetisha bro
Fabian
Gordian Kip it up bro!kareeeee!
Peter
Arsenal Mboye thanks mama....@ Charlotte Hill O'Neal,
Peter
Arsenal Mboye Haina noma brothers Fabian Gordian and Cavin Goadian Mboye
Peter
Arsenal Mboye Innocent Nyange mzuka sana
brother
Judith
Fabian Mfalla nice lv.
Abeid
Kumkichwa ntai2pia kwny blog..kali sana brother..clap clap
Peter
Arsenal Mboye thanks brother Abeid Kumkichwa for that support bro
Nelson
Allen Junior Claaaaaaaaasic pens up son!!!
MaryNashy
May Suwesi Nice...I promise to come back
Peter
Arsenal Mboye @Nelson....yah brother...i hope i will be better and
better
Peter
Arsenal Mboye MaryNashy May Suwesi yah
mamito u better be asse..we all miss u
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Friday, December 28, 2012
UDOM FREE STYLE BATTLE(2) PEACE BE UPON
_UDOM FREE STYLE BATTLE(2)...KARIBUNI TUUFUNGE MWAKA WANAHARAKATI WOTE WANAOISAPOTI HIPHOP, TUZIDI KUPEANA UJUZI TULIOJAALIWA NA MUUMBA KAMA WIKI ILIYOPITA...HESHIMA KWENU...bless up_
*PEACE BE UPON*
- P'animal Ghettopuzzle Yes yes yoøh! Aman kwenu kwakuzishkiria hz nguzo muhimu za HiP-HøP ili ziendelee kucmama imala"BLESS"
- Natty Dreadz Kumkichwa BORA PUNDA AFE MZIGO WA BWANA UFIKE ASKARI WANGU,,pamoJAH daima @ alL
ucwory broda kumkichwa inawakilishwa vema @Kindo Emmanuel
ooooooiiiiiiiii....... usjali wajina movement zinaendelea ukirudi utazikuta masta, amani sana@abdullatif - Siri Kessy Sitapiki nka jutia ila nita kula tena, mindi ndio shina lililo zidiwa na shina nautumia kama azina, lazima itatema hatakama ni mashine ya kichina mzuka sana jembe kaza gem isi furukute
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