Soulful Sunday Concerts

Nomzi Ben Alexander. Cafe Mir Event Picture 2016

Søndag 29 Mai kl.19:00 spiller 3 artister: Alexander Augusti, Nomzi Kumalo og Herr Pedersen på MIR på Grünerløkka Toftes gate 69, i Oslo. Det er duket for en stemningsfull kveld med musikk som sikter seg inn mot å ta bolig i hjertet ditt.

Nomzi Kumalo (vocals). Plus we now have Bernd Thomas Garmann Klare (guitar and banjo), Francesco Hygen Puddu (Chapmanstick), Håkon Mellingen (drums) and Embla Maria O’Cadiz Gustad (vocals). Come along and see us live.

Ticket sales at MIR door. cc70

Fresh poem out in October

“When I am silent, I fall into that place where everything is music.” Rumi.

Global Nights Concert

Nomzi Kumalo Concert. Global Nights 2016 Flyer.

Nomzi Kumalo (vocals). Plus we now have Bernd Thomas Garmann Klare (guitar and banjo), Francesco Hygen Puddu (Chapmanstick), Håkon Mellingen (drums) and Embla Maria O’Cadiz Gustad (vocals). Come along and see us live.

Ticket sales: https://nordicblacktheatre.hoopla.no/sales/

Fresh poem out in October

“When I am silent, I fall into that place where everything is music.” Rumi.

Joy

I hear the church bells ringing
And the birds take flight into the cold spring skies
And of all the things that I wish to do
I want to know what it is like to soar with you
Through the mundane things of this world

Because masturbation is not love
Pornography is not love
Equality is not love

Love is free from our imagination
As free as the rain that falls from the heavens
Mountains valleys oceans alleys
She can not be rented nor invented nor paused

So forget about yesterday and tell me about now
What brings you pure joy
Love.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

 

Call my ugly

Call each and every ugly part of me
Until there is none left for me to cling to
Until they are no longer mine to carry
Free to be of what I am made.

I dedicate this poem to those who have called my ugly; and in so doing have awakened me to my humility; my true calling. From the time that we are born our lives are abundant with gifts. Our only work is to learn to be grateful, thankful for each one. This is my second prayer or mantra for you.

Namaste.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

 

How to remove the dread from the locks.

In my About page I say that I believe that language is power.

How will we remove the dread from the locks? Well, by becoming aware of the fact that whoever named our locks was afraid of the unknown. Distrusted himself and others. I too used to dread the dreadlock until I let my locks, my hair grow out on its own. So that I can let you know that I too am love. Be gentle with yourself. There is courage and freedom and inner peace to be gained from this.

Dreadlocking

Forests of dark coily hair jerseyed
Into the fabric of my immigrant life
Understanding what is my ground
Something that’s not yours to name.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

“Be careful of your thoughts, for your thoughts become your words. Be careful of your words, for your words become your actions. Be careful of your actions, for your actions become your habits. Be careful of your habits, for your habits become your character. Be careful of your character, for your character becomes your destiny.” Ancient Chinese philosopher, Lao Tzu.

A Human Encounter

As though I am built of some other material
That neither you nor I can make out
Whether you are shapeshifting or maybe I

Beautiful warm burgundy animal blood
Humping thumping breathing organs
Fingerprint all my genes awake

Ancient codes in each and every cell
Popping flesh bubbles and children unborn
It’s my turn it’s my turn it’s my turn it’s mine

Survival in the love and war of the breeders
Horniness half hysterical on a cliff edge
Commanding a thousand valleys a thousand streams

Hot savage bliss in the climax to live on
Significant insignificance as we bow our heads
To surrender to such violence in rebirth.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

Originally posted 15 March 2014

The Bathroom mirror

Sometimes the day molds me
Into features I do not recognise
A new day when at first glance
The morning has not touched me
And neither have I had a chance
To sculpt it with anxious hands

When loving you is so effortless
Not one of my secrets is original
I set loose a hundred possessions
And stand innocent in Nothing land
Nothing land she has everything
She knows well of eternal youth.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

Originally posted 22 March 2014