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Watch my step now firming! / My shoulders are squaring,

My hips start rolling, to the rhythm of feet, dancing, from the distant mists of time

 

 

Say my Name!

By Sitawa Namwalie

What’s in a name?

A famous bard once asked,

Is the name in the rose or the rose in the name?

Where does the sweetness lie?

 

I don’t know the answer to those questions my friend,

No philosopher am I,

What I do know is my own name.

What is my name?

Sitawa, the third Namwalie

Shhh listen for the magic unleashed when I call it,

Catch the glimpse, of the dancer stirring,

Feel the sway of sinuous gyrating,

Hear drum beats from distant past evoking,

Joy!

When I call my name.

 

What’s in a name?

I ask you again?

Is it nothing but hubris or is hubris nothing?

Does dignity lie in a name?

 

Those questions are deep and concealing.

Me, I know my name.

What is my name?

Sitawa the Third Namwalie.

Watch my step now firming!

My shoulders are squaring,

My hips start rolling, to the rhythm of feet, dancing, from the distant mists of time,

I hear

Music,

When I call my name

 

What’s in a name?

Will you answer me at last?

Does belonging lie in a name or does the name belong?

Does freedom come with a name?

 

Lets ponder that question long and hard my friend

My name is me and I am my name

Call me my name!

Sitawa the Third Namwalie

I feel the struggle ceasing

The constant warring ebbing

Calm returning

Love

When I call my name!

 

What’s in a name?

Let’s look at this question afresh,

Is the name creation or is creation the name?

Does enchantment lie in a name?

 

I know the answer to that question my friend!

Listen close and I will tell you,

I am Sitawa the Third Namwalie!

My name is a silent secret unfurling

A well of wild effervescence foaming

 A drink to refresh

On a hot dusty morning

My name will quench your longing.

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posted 26 October 2007

 

 
 

Betty Wamalwa Muragori is especially interested in how Africans are constructing new identities as they redefine their place in the world.  She believes in the power of words.  She has a BSc degree from the University of Nairobi and MA in Environment from Clark University in Worcester Mass. USA.  Currently Betty works for an international conservation organization in Nairobi, Kenya. 

 

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