Do me like Nancy did!
Amid the noise and haste of the day
Hold me so tender so gentle as if I was flimsy
As if I was a new born baby
Look into my eyes and don’t be afraid to be silly
Let go be kinky and witty
Do me like Nancy did!
Do me like Nancy did
Let’s get lost in the sickest thoughts of our lusts
Explore! Explore! Explore like Sir John Hawkins
Mine some gold in the wells on my secrets
And surrender to the truthfulness of our uniqueness
Do me like Nancy did!
Do me like Nancy did
Not scared but ever bold and hard just like Rihanna
Dance with me like we did at Harvana
As the music fell on our ears like manna
Rock! Rock! Rock with me like the waves of the fresh water Lake Victoria
Do me like Nancy did!
Do me like Nancy did
Give me the world in its artistic form
As we bask in our morning after custom
Let’s create! Let us innovate! Oh let us form art!
With pen and paper
With clay and water
With lens and shutter
Let us play with the curves and faults on our body structure
Do me just like Nancy did!
Do me like Nancy did
With so much passion and desire
And without surrender or a care of what is out there
All the qualities in my Nancy have turned out to be so rare
So in my dreams, haunt me baby
And if I choose to live without you then, taunt me lady
I choose you mummy
So I say, Te amo
Wacha waseme sikio hatazidi kichwa, au sio!
© Namatsi Lukoye
Wetu brings us together, connecting and unifying us through fabric sculptures, dolls, stories, and poetry, symbolizing power and resilience. Experience art rooted in African femininity, healing, and hope.
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