Hi everyone. The second poet I’m featuring is Slim Shaka. He is a writer and a spoken word artist.
Here is his intro.
“My name is Slim Shaka.
I am a performance poet with the Evolution art hub; a network of artists committed to inspire positive Social, political and economic change through art and leadership.
I’ve performed at various poetry platforms; Poetry After Lunch, History vs His_story(1 and 2), Try my shoes, Anika forum… Just to list a few.
My poetry is grounded on bridging ancient and modern street philosophy in voicing the status quo. A learning process I seek to obediently achieve.”
THE LOST WORLD
I woke up in the lost world,
The world of my dreams.
Tell the Quantum physicist. To travel the universe, I nolonger need his quantum foam.
My soul already did that. Long before I took the body form. I woke up in the lost world. The world of my dreams; when alkebulan was free of these boarders of segregation. The Azanian civilization blossomed from the land of Kush to South Afrika. The Indian ocean was still the Azanian sea & the Atlantic, the Ethiopian sea.
The Environment was overwhelmed by people meditating by the river side.
Nature spoke and humanity responded to the purity that understood the path to the source. I guess Divine words can only be as meaningful to those who understand it’s language.
You can never give lessons to a people never taught how to listen. So I listened.
I listened to the philosophy of Che. The only black man born white, the only white man who knew about rights. He showed the the love of being truthful, the truth in being loved. He said to me; Son, Your world is corrupted by selfishness & greed but don’t be like them.
Nature’s wrath is pure, not even the safest of them capitalists will survive… Death, has never missed it’s Target.
Stand tall & preach love & truth. You’ve got nothing to loose. Don’t bow to the self righteousness mental; one that uses fear to control the living, using food to control those in need of it, using amunition to control those who fear it but be those who heal the world through kindness. Ensure your generation respects life, because you are aware of where it comes from. Heal the world & go to extinction as a Noble species.
You are Mutambaruka, you are Midikizela. With freedom you live far beyond the heartbeat; Here, the dead don’t need oxygen to live. Just the inscription from the author of life saying; Live!
And che went away.
Then I listened. I listened some more to the chants from the trees & there I found the Egyptian Queen, Nefertiti. She looked at me, smiled and said;
Your words can save humanity. Let your letters maintain the formula. Sons of the Legendary black Queen Tiye. May the awareness of who you are Grant you wisdom to seek Divine consciousness and not social conformity so when you pay those taxes, ensure the money doesn’t leave with your dignity. Least you sacrifice your humanity for their debts.
You should know, Their economy hates vacuum.
But to be truly free is to be able to think & reflect in your society that only approves those who repeat what they are taught without question;
The government is always right, no question.
My religion is perfectly right, no question.
I am always right, no question?
Well here in Alkebulan the truth attracts criticism. It’s the only way it becomes affirmative how come yours doesn’t?
And the Queen went away.
At this point I realized, all this time I’ve been blinded by expectations. Never really seen the world for what it is. The selfishness & the greed that I’ve always hated has always been part of me.
A self destructive conformist. Honest to the world but never honest to self,
Seeking freedom for the world but never quite known freedom myself. The beauty of my mask only works from within; it’s difficult to admit, how then can I face it?
Trying to balance who I am & who I should be got me sleep walking in a dream that is this perfect reality. Will I ever get it right? Will I ever retrace my path to the Divine vision of my ancestors?
Will the value of my history worth much more than just the ephemeral amusement from the past?
Oh God, I woke up in the lost world.
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Mutheu wa Sumbi
Hi everyone, in celebration of this year’s world poetry day, I will be featuring some of my favorite poets and their works.
To start, I’d like to introduce you to Nuru Rufo.
Thank you darling for honoring me with your words.
Be prepared for more impactful poems.
Mutheu wa Sumbi
I am starting to see life for what it is.
A series of mistakes, that if repeated, lead to destruction of self.
Languishing in it makes misery my home.
I could push past myself and love me ’cause I’m lovable.
I am starting to see love for what it is, not what I want it to be. All the words I hold in my tongue so I don’t offend you and the decisions I make despite your advice. And the frustration you have with my ways.
My frustration with you not being on my side.
You won’t love me to my death bed, I heard you say that.
I don’t want to be the kind of person that constantly surpresses who I am and what I want to fit into a world that couldn’t care less.
I don’t want to run away from things that haven’t happened yet.
I fell into the darkness I thought was myself and couldn’t get up.
I am loving myself. It means looking her in the eye every day and giving her pleasures she’s never had.
And that’s okay.
Thank you Ivy for giving hope a chance. For finding that you have more light in you than you ever thought you needed.
For letting yourself love and be loved. For giving God the chance to heal your beautiful soul.
For letting yourself be so full of joy that you have enough for your tribe. For being there for me when no one else was.
For letting yourself be understood, by yourself and letting go of pretense.
You look into my eyes each morning and assure me I will be okay. I am beauty. You amaze me every day darling.
I love you forever. This is for you.
Sweeter than you will ever know, because you struggle to believe what you’ve been told.
Stronger than a thousand sunsets, you are my moon. I long to romance you for eternity.
As I write this to let you know that I will be with you for now and always.
I choose to make you mine.
One of the most beautiful things has to be those sweet smiles you share with yourself.
Smiling at the blue sky, or your phone.
At a private joke.
At how awesome you are.
Remember those smiles when you are down.
When you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see, remember that there is more to you than your image.
I am starting to accept that the highs and lows don’t matter as much as what I think about myself.
No matter how much weight I gain or lose, how I do my hair, what I wear, how I speak, where I am…
I matter. Amidst the chaos, difficulty, boredom and stickiness of healing from something I don’t understand. I am hopeful.
Because once in a while I look up, and feel the corners of my mouth rising up to a slight smile, and I remember just how beautiful I am.
When is something beautiful enough to sell?
When does a hobby become a source of income?
I read that you shouldn’t put pressure on your artistic passion to make me money.
I don’t know if that’s true.
Anyway, here is something beautiful I made, when I had enough beauty in me and it spilled over onto my hands.