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Insane

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In silence I mourn,
In pain I burn,
To a stone I can’t turn,
Why can’t I run?
Someone end this soon.

It chocks,
Majority remain poor,
Minorities’ life flower,
But who has the power?
What blessings are these?
On others they shower.

A lot is on my mind,
Tonight I can’t sleep,
A little I understand,
With the vocabulary I am sharp,
Demon-characterisation,
Multi-partnership,
Enter-pre-newership,
Able, tion, sion, ship,
Seem to be in every word I grasp.
Who said school was tough,
Teachers did well,
It is the vocabulary we can tell,
But not any detail,
Of these abstract tales.

In the name of the Demon
Which is crazy,
We all go dizzy,
Swinging in chairs,
They seem busy,
The spokesman simply declares,
“Take it easy,
Work in progress,”
It is not a surprise,
Preachers of freedom are vultures,
Teachers are now traders,
Oh, God bless our leaders,
Should I still sing that?

What am I to do now?
When you make noise,
You have gone crazy,
They will suppose,
Now that the Demon is crazy,
There is a lot to lose,
The powerful take it easy,
They are not in our shoes,
Or have we forgotten,
We have nothing to remember,
Deaths go unmourned,
For the dead are not our children,
Crimes go accident covered,
Cause we are not left bedridden.

Put an end to it,
The song is no longer sweet,
We should not be quiet,
Or we will regret,
When it is too late.

Let us shout to mobilise,
Sing to organise,
To the legends,
We will sing praise,
It is ourselves we should analyse,
And let us be determined,
Determined to determine,
The next phase,
It will not come by surprise,
We still have a choice.

Diana Kamara

Featured Poem:

Dance under the Moonlight

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Am losing my patience,
This is our only chance,
Come on let’s dance,
Tonight is full moon,
Only you and I know the tune,
King this is your throne.

The sky is clouds free,
Your skin’s reflection is all I see,
We are guarded by the trees,
Feel the breeze,
Don’t let me freeze
Hold me please.

We don’t need insights,
Of figures and facts,
Let us use our instincts,
It’s even in insects,

Don’t just stand there,
The arena is here,
It’s dark need fire,
No time to waste,
Hold me by the waist
We instruments need no test.

The day has finally come,
The promise was to keep me warm,
So I stay calm,
To see that charm.

What is the initial movement?
I follow every moment,
Mine will be its complement,
A pattern with great content.

We alone no spy,
Look me in the eye,
It is real not a lie,
Our hearts are racing,
But nice timing,
I love this feeling.

I swear,
You have conquered my fear,
Of monsters I hear,
Too bad this moment isn’t to share.

The food you ate,
Who cares for a balanced diet,
I see you sweat,
Not playing with a pet.

It is not like those of child hood,
Of for a smile and feel good,
It boils the blood,
Yet it is soul food.

The dance is full of pleasure,
It is a rhythm of nature,
It cannot be put to measure,
It does not work under pressure.

Fighting couples,
Do not know how feelings are arose,
Dance and pose,
To admire what you chose.

See how we complement each other,
Just perfect no bother,
Suitable for all weather.

Relax and forget all misery,
Don’t dance like you are sorry,
Tomorrow this will be a long gone story,
Enjoy our abilities discovery.

Those at a distance,
Won’t understand this occurrence,
Each dancing with obedience,
To our life time chance.

Now this is my world,
No lies are told,
I don’t want it sold,
Not even for gold.

The first cock will come out soon,
Let us dance till then,
Later you sitting on the stone,
Me in the kitchen,
These memories will fill the afternoon.

I won’t be sorry,
You don’t worry,
Silently we celebrate this history
Forever our hearts carry this jewellery

diana kamara

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Biography

Born and raised in Dar es Salaam, Diana is a poet and painter. Her earlier work was heavily influenced by Evarist Chikawe, her first art teacher.

Through her first and second degrees of Fine Art from the University of Dar es Salaam her work is enlightened by African textiles.

Diana’s work revolves around her own reflections of personal and public politics of gender, class and identity which twist and bite us all the time.

Until 2014, she was just a painter. Her recent residences have opened doors to work with new media such as installation and video art.

Diana Kamara

diana kamara
diana kamara

Biography

Born and raised in Dar es Salaam, Diana is a poet and painter. Her earlier work was heavily influenced by Evarist Chikawe, her first art teacher.

Through her first and second degrees of Fine Art from the University of Dar es Salaam her work is enlightened by African textiles.

Diana’s work revolves around her own reflections of personal and public politics of gender, class and identity which twist and bite us all the time.

Until 2014, she was just a painter. Her recent residences have opened doors to work with new media such as installation and video art.

Insane

Enlarge poem

In silence I mourn,
In pain I burn,
To a stone I can’t turn,
Why can’t I run?
Someone end this soon.

It chocks,
Majority remain poor,
Minorities’ life flower,
But who has the power?
What blessings are these?
On others they shower.

A lot is on my mind,
Tonight I can’t sleep,
A little I understand,
With the vocabulary I am sharp,
Demon-characterisation,
Multi-partnership,
Enter-pre-newership,
Able, tion, sion, ship,
Seem to be in every word I grasp.
Who said school was tough,
Teachers did well,
It is the vocabulary we can tell,
But not any detail,
Of these abstract tales.

In the name of the Demon
Which is crazy,
We all go dizzy,
Swinging in chairs,
They seem busy,
The spokesman simply declares,
“Take it easy,
Work in progress,”
It is not a surprise,
Preachers of freedom are vultures,
Teachers are now traders,
Oh, God bless our leaders,
Should I still sing that?

What am I to do now?
When you make noise,
You have gone crazy,
They will suppose,
Now that the Demon is crazy,
There is a lot to lose,
The powerful take it easy,
They are not in our shoes,
Or have we forgotten,
We have nothing to remember,
Deaths go unmourned,
For the dead are not our children,
Crimes go accident covered,
Cause we are not left bedridden.

Put an end to it,
The song is no longer sweet,
We should not be quiet,
Or we will regret,
When it is too late.

Let us shout to mobilise,
Sing to organise,
To the legends,
We will sing praise,
It is ourselves we should analyse,
And let us be determined,
Determined to determine,
The next phase,
It will not come by surprise,
We still have a choice.

Featured Poem:

Dance under the Moonlight

Enlarge poem

Am losing my patience,
This is our only chance,
Come on let’s dance,
Tonight is full moon,
Only you and I know the tune,
King this is your throne.

The sky is clouds free,
Your skin’s reflection is all I see,
We are guarded by the trees,
Feel the breeze,
Don’t let me freeze
Hold me please.

We don’t need insights,
Of figures and facts,
Let us use our instincts,
It’s even in insects,

Don’t just stand there,
The arena is here,
It’s dark need fire,
No time to waste,
Hold me by the waist
We instruments need no test.

The day has finally come,
The promise was to keep me warm,
So I stay calm,
To see that charm.

What is the initial movement?
I follow every moment,
Mine will be its complement,
A pattern with great content.

We alone no spy,
Look me in the eye,
It is real not a lie,
Our hearts are racing,
But nice timing,
I love this feeling.

I swear,
You have conquered my fear,
Of monsters I hear,
Too bad this moment isn’t to share.

The food you ate,
Who cares for a balanced diet,
I see you sweat,
Not playing with a pet.

It is not like those of child hood,
Of for a smile and feel good,
It boils the blood,
Yet it is soul food.

The dance is full of pleasure,
It is a rhythm of nature,
It cannot be put to measure,
It does not work under pressure.

Fighting couples,
Do not know how feelings are arose,
Dance and pose,
To admire what you chose.

See how we complement each other,
Just perfect no bother,
Suitable for all weather.

Relax and forget all misery,
Don’t dance like you are sorry,
Tomorrow this will be a long gone story,
Enjoy our abilities discovery.

Those at a distance,
Won’t understand this occurrence,
Each dancing with obedience,
To our life time chance.

Now this is my world,
No lies are told,
I don’t want it sold,
Not even for gold.

The first cock will come out soon,
Let us dance till then,
Later you sitting on the stone,
Me in the kitchen,
These memories will fill the afternoon.

I won’t be sorry,
You don’t worry,
Silently we celebrate this history
Forever our hearts carry this jewellery

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (2)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Insane

Enlarge poem

In silence I mourn,
In pain I burn,
To a stone I can’t turn,
Why can’t I run?
Someone end this soon.

It chocks,
Majority remain poor,
Minorities’ life flower,
But who has the power?
What blessings are these?
On others they shower.

A lot is on my mind,
Tonight I can’t sleep,
A little I understand,
With the vocabulary I am sharp,
Demon-characterisation,
Multi-partnership,
Enter-pre-newership,
Able, tion, sion, ship,
Seem to be in every word I grasp.
Who said school was tough,
Teachers did well,
It is the vocabulary we can tell,
But not any detail,
Of these abstract tales.

In the name of the Demon
Which is crazy,
We all go dizzy,
Swinging in chairs,
They seem busy,
The spokesman simply declares,
“Take it easy,
Work in progress,”
It is not a surprise,
Preachers of freedom are vultures,
Teachers are now traders,
Oh, God bless our leaders,
Should I still sing that?

What am I to do now?
When you make noise,
You have gone crazy,
They will suppose,
Now that the Demon is crazy,
There is a lot to lose,
The powerful take it easy,
They are not in our shoes,
Or have we forgotten,
We have nothing to remember,
Deaths go unmourned,
For the dead are not our children,
Crimes go accident covered,
Cause we are not left bedridden.

Put an end to it,
The song is no longer sweet,
We should not be quiet,
Or we will regret,
When it is too late.

Let us shout to mobilise,
Sing to organise,
To the legends,
We will sing praise,
It is ourselves we should analyse,
And let us be determined,
Determined to determine,
The next phase,
It will not come by surprise,
We still have a choice.

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