Happy Belated New Year....

Hi all,


I hope all is well with you guys. It has been a while since we last spoke. First and fore most, i would like to take this opportunity to wish you a BELATED NEW YEAR 2012. Glory to God in highest heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given,
While angels sing with tender mirth,
A glad new year to all the earth.  I also wanted to apologize and to let you guys know that we are officially back and this time is for good. I know i said something like this before but this time it is for real. We are here to stay :).


Happy New Year ya'll

Best Regards,

TWO

Keke Palmer's "Oath Project"

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Under The Mistletoe Album

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QUOTATION OF THE DAY

OUR DEEPEST FEAR

 Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

A voice from the heart of a painting

Painting by Prosper Byamungu

Look at me;

My once angelic face

Is now a soiled image

of a man’s vengeance.

My blood-red chest

Is the red blood oozing from his heart.

With this colorful paint,

The painter hides his pain,

He blocks my sight,

I see not the hole I left

With my piercing blade.

Look at me;

My rhyme

Is a scarred soul of a mime

Hidden in silent humor.

Yes, this purple bald head,

Behind this bright yellow, red,

Is hurt,

Hidden so beautifully by art.

He took a brush,

Dipped it in a red pool of his own blood.

With powerful strokes,

Fighting not to drown in his own throb,

He painted me;

The alluring bearer of his pain.

Look at me I say!

A woman,

Strong enough to catch a falling soul,

Soft enough to heal agonizing sorrow;

I bear it all,

Even when I am just a painting.

As you caress my face with a paint brush

I reach for your bosom,

And as you let go of your anguish

I free your demon.

I take away all your agony,

And return your joy.

Your hurt is a hidden voice

Living forever in the heart of this painting,

Breathing meaning to a word-less feeling,

Speaking to a joyless being,

 Opening their heart. Coloring their soul.

Written by Neema Komba ;)

Much Love to ya''ll

TWO

LOVE LETTER

If I had to write you a letter,
I would say I have no regrets.
Though I wished I had the guts to tell you;
When my heart shouted,
My lips were sealed shut.
Your name I called out in the darkness;
When my world was pitch black,
Or in my dreams, when I saw traces of white.

I said goodbye before hello,
Before I knew you, I let you go.
I held my breath,
To keep from screaming loud,
I tied my hands,
To keep from reaching out;
So until the very end,my love shall leave as dead..

Fair lad walked into class,
Caught my eye, stole my heart.
He plucked a rose, yet gave me a thorn;
A needle-like peck on someone else’s cheek.
To keep my pride from ache,
I disappeared into the earth,
Like brown sand swallowed in the dessert.

Oh you were like the sun:
Burned me when I got close,
Kept me warm when I got cold,
Left me hanging perfectly in an orbit.
How could you be so great,
that even the moon reflected your light?

I searched for you in sleepless nights,
I found you in my dreams.
My heart is red from a seven year strangle,
My mind lost in daze, waiting for my awakening kiss.
Yet, unlike snow white,
Reality woke me up from my sleep.
No knight,
Just me and my sword-like pen
in this letter-like poem.

Yours, never were,
True, ever more,
Pure, never more,
Is my tainted rhyme;
Goodbyes mixed with hellos,
The ending to our almost beginning.
Smile bitterly as I push you off the ledge of my heart,
Feel my soul like a breeze, breathing life into a dying love.
Hear my pen like a drumstick,
Writing beats of my heart into this paper.
This page, where my love dies, is where my love shall forever live.




This is a new POEM written by 
Neema Komba ;)

NEEMA KOMBA'S INTERVIEW

I hope ya'll know Neema Komba by now....

She just had an Interview with Vijana FM....and responded well to her questions :)

She should inspire each one of us to dream "BIG"

Here is Her Interview that ya'll should not miss :)

Five Questions with Neema Komba

On September 20, 2011, in English, Print, by SN  

“See Through The Complicated is a collection of poems that represent a journey towards hope. Life comes with a lot of ups and downs and situations that are sometimes too complicated to comprehend. Sometimes, because of the many downs we may fail to see the ups. To sail through the hardships, we need to believe that it will be alright, we may need to be told that it will be alright. We may need to be told that we can do better than wait and that someone understands and cares; that they have been through it before, that we are not alone.”

Those are the opening words on the description of the very first book by Neema Komba — 23-year-young Tanzanian lady, pursuing bachelor’s in Accounting and Financial Management in Ohio, US.

Last week, we got an opportunity to interview Neema, who was more than happy to take us through her journey, as a poet…

1. First of all, we would like to congratulate you for publishing your first poetry book! Tell us how the journey was like — from the days when you were learning how to read, picking up a pen and trying to write your name for the first time, to this moment today, as poet..

Hahaha! The days I was learning how to read; where to begin… My parents and teachers must have had a really tough time teaching me how to read and write. I remember while learning the alphabets (in English) my teacher said to me, ‘this is “e”. “e” looks like maharage.’ Had I known then what I know now, I would have been a little more creative and said something like letter “e” rhymes with “me”!

Writing has really seen me through everything — harshness of adolescence as I tried to find my identity, boarding school as I dreamed of home cooked food, my very first boy-crush to 117th one, heart breaks and finally this;  my biggest accomplishment yet. I have come really far, and I thank God for everything!

2007, my freshman year at University of Dar es Salaam  while waiting in line for my ID badge, I had an epiphany. I had been writing since I was 12, but I never thought about what I wrote for. On that day I said to myself, I wish to continue living long after I am dead. I wish to leave a legacy — not just millions of dollars in my bank account a gold casket on my flashy funeral. I wish to be remembered for something more profound. I wanted to make a difference and touch people’s lives (I am still working on it). But it was that kind of thinking that led me to make a change from a closet writer to a published author…

2. Why poetry in the first place, and not other forms of literary content?

I wanted to say everything yet still be able to hide. Be completely open but mysterious. I find the contrast very interesting. Also, poetry breathes life into feelings. I haven’t always done poetry… I only started with poetry in 2006. Before that I wrote fiction and personal journals.

In 2004 I had gone through a personal tragedy and numbed myself to deal with the pain. Through poetry  I was able to feel again, and be human. Yet I have always loved poetry. Shakespeare and hip hop are my biggest motivations.

3. What are the main themes of your poems? What should your new fans expect from you, especially in See Through the Complicated?

My poetry is about everything: Things I go through that are worth sharing; things people go through; people I meet that inspire me etc.

For example, in 2008 while working in an orphanage in Dar, I met a boy that really inspired me. He was 7 years old at the time, lost his parents to HIV, was abandoned, and was on ARV’s… But he was fasting (Ramadan) and refused to break the fast no matter what. He said he had to fast so his brother could get better.  Sometimes we do not realize how blessed we are , and constantly complain about everything. This boy put me to shame, and his story is worth telling the world.

Therefore, I can’t really say I have a specific theme. But in the end what I wish people find in it is HOPE; for I found my hope while writing it.

4. You are still young and I am sure you will only get better at what you do. On the other hand, I understand you are currently pursuing a career in accounting and finance management. Just out of curiosity, if you were to choose between finance/accouting and writing poetry, what would you do (given that both of them provide the same income)?

Accounting and financial management or writing?.. This is a tough choice. I try to think along the line of one without the other, but it doesn’t work…

Thus I am creating a merger between the two. I am going to work hard in business, and from my experiences, and the advice that I have received thus far and that I will receive in the future, write to help start-ups and aspiring entrepreneurs.

I am documenting and will keep documenting everything, from the formation of an idea to income generation, and every challenge in between. That is, where I am headed next, and I am very excited.

I will keep writing poetry because I believe I will meet amazing people… feel different emotions. I will learn different lessons, and there will always be issues that need to be addressed.

5. Which verse/poem from See Through the Complicated is the “best” or “special” to you?

Let me begin by saying, every verse is special! They are like my babies… it is hard to choose one over another.

The verse I would like to share — I think — embodies a lot of meaning. It is also the last verse I wrote for this book. I call it ‘My Freedom Rhyme’. This verse is the kind of freedom I imagine when I write, the kind of power that writers have, and the kind of change that words can bring.

-TRUTH.-

Welcome to my freedom rhyme.
Here, the battle of the mind was won.
I chose to become me over you,
When my paper was my battlefield
And my pen a nuclear weapon,
When Identity was worth more that oil
And countries were lesser than souls,
When nations failed to be gods
And terror was no more,
When people like you and I spoke,
This song was born.

Interviewed by Steven Nyabero of VIJANA FM 

We would like to thank Neema for speaking to us, and are taking this opportunity to wish her all the best!

INTERVIEWED BY 

You can also follow this link too.

http://vijana.fm/2011/09/20/five-questions-neema-komba/

WE ARE PROUD OF YOU NEEMA KOMBA

Much love to you all

TWO ;)