Sometimes I ask myself...

I love to think that I am an artist
That when I hold pen and paper I can draw something so deep and pure
That when I play with the paint on canvas, people get it
That when I stand in front of my audience... I am me, Namatsi Lukoye...
Granddaughter of one Surusuru Bhulolo
That when I touch the keys of my laptop I can write something that can move hearts


I love to think that I am an artist
A greater being on her way to realize her true potential
And what is this potential... and how do I measure it
Do I compare me with the what others like me have achieved?
Or do I compare me with what I know I can achieve?
Because when I look around I know
That there will always be those with less and those with more


I love to think that I am an artist
And Everything I do.... I want to do like an artist
I want to touch like a potter...
I want to speak like a poet...
I want to sing like an angel...
Dance feel the music and move in its beat


I want to live like an artist
Find my soul food and peace deep within...
Still I want to touch the skies like the rockets do
Potential and achievements... still I wonder
Should I die today, have I put in, enough effort
To make them measure me against my potential
And make them say, 'this artist was created to go beyond.'
So at the end of the day, I have to ask her...
'Namatsi, what have you achieved today?'
'Namatsi, what are your feelings when your efforts are put against your potential?'

© Namatsi Lukoye