Zenah starts poetry label to Promote Ugandan poetry

Poet Zenah Nakanwagi has started a Poetry Label to promote Ugandan Poetry which hasn’t been promoted before.

Nakanwagi Zenah, the author of the best selling poetry collection ‘Spit My Heart’ both in Uganda and East Africa at the moment is the finest Uganda has.

She also wrote the feelings, the touch of emotions, the naked mind which are all poetry collections.

She recently started apoetry label called ‘Stubborn Poetry’ (no rules just lines) that she wants to use to promote Ugandan poetry to the global stage.

We are on the wait for another collection..

Below are some of her work!!!

Dear poetry,
There’s just athing or two
That I would like you to know,
I have not neglected or rejected you
But there’s just too much,
I can’t even find proper metaphors or imageries
To make aperfect poem.
Dear poetry,
Anxiety broke me open,
I spend days and nights
Uncoiling veins from meat,
My mind is crowded ,
It’s been sucked into so much,
Violence is every day’s headline,
There’s so much negativity and insensitivity,
Love is conditional,and atrade
Hate is what we spread and it trends,
Politics is monetary,
Greed is an ambition,
Nudity is fashion,
Individualism is classy
We smear our lips with gun powder before we kiss,
Dear poetry,
Blood is no longer thicker than water,selfishness diluted it,
We salt our tongues to lick wounds dry and give solace,
Manners are only written in old books,
Immorality replaced integrity,
Vulgarity is another form of expression,
The schooled are nolonger the learnt
We learnt to smile when our hearts are burning,
Dear poetry,
Almost everything has been ruined,
Dreams,standards,mindsets,goals,religion ,
Everything
Even ink is blurry
And yet I can’t refill my pen with my blood
To re arrange my life on paper
So here iam with pain you can’t heal

The man I love
Isn’t any of a rotter ,
He is so rare
For this era,
And so fit to rear
Just like an American pit bull terrier,
I want him all around my arear .

#stubborn poetry

 

When I was there,
Before here
where Iam caged ,
I had the luxury to choose speed of my days,
Agood day depended on weather conditions
I moved like astar ,
It wasn’t illegal.
Life was a routine,
Everything was on my fingertips without
Instructions or restrictions,
There was no fear to wear,
I stood where it pleased
I strolled like a moon cycling over summer skies
Freely,happily

But here,
Every day uncoils with hopelessness,
New guidelines and restrictions,
It’s like we are in solitary!
Anight lasts twice longer than the normal.
Iam losing the memory of my city,
The crowded streets ,
Where my eyes strained to find apiece or two,
Iam forgetting the faces of my peers,
The dates and the nights in fancy restaurants,
The recreation of “saloonists “,
The cheers of town music and honest moans!

Iam stuck at home
All I have is a bedroom ,kitchen and toilet
I watch cockroach’s on the floor like they matter
The usualness of my siblings has started to tatoo my vision!
The stories about town have changed,
Politicians have taken it all down
They are splitting our economy recklessly open
And sucking it to the last drop
Kissing the invisible enemy like her lips are grossly enticing
The pastors are at rest
They too don’t know the next
We are all playing a-chess
And stand on a guess
#stubborn poetry
#stay home

If I could write a letter
And send it back in time to year 2019,
I would strip bare ;
And swallow my pride
And beg for a forever ride
In its fortunes,
In its opportunities.
I would choose it’s syringes
Instead of these invisible 2020 objects
That feed me on lacerations
And never give me celebrations!

If I could write aletter
And send it back in time to year 2019,
I could unwish for 2020
I could unhope
I could unpack it’s ribs
And find content in treasures
And pleasures of 2019.