I started my poetry blog “Nomzi Kumalo, What Are You Waiting For?” because I did not know how else to get through what I was going through, sober. This was 6 years ago, today.
I had buried my dreams so deep inside of me that life eventually shook me so hard, to the point of surrendering my written words to you. This daily practice became my way of opening my heart and remembering the way to my dreams.
Do not underestimate the power of writing down your own words. The daily practice will positively impact different aspects of your life. Start writing and gathering all the thoughts that you have written throughout the years. Speak into a voice recorder. See what happens.
Got my first ever release concert, 26 February 2020 at Herr Nilsen, in Oslo. It will be cool to see you, so come and say hello. Buy your tickets by clicking below.
Also, my poetry book is marinating and I can’t wait to get it ready for publishing and share it with you. In the meantime, please feel free to connect with me to build something by clicking below. Thank you for being here. Thank you WordPress. Love always, Nomzi ❤️🥰💖🌸🌺💓🥳❤️🥰❤️💓
It has been a whirlwind of a year in music and I will always cherish and remember you because this is where it all started. The benefits of blogging far superseded anything that I could ever have imagined!
My first single, “The Truth”, is out on all platforms!!! CLICK on the red link below to hear it! The song is about how I did not want to take responsibility for my own decisions so I filled up my life with people and things that literally muffled my senses. “The Truth”, lyrically speaking, is me having a date with myself, waiting for someone to show up to save me from my miserable life. But nobody is coming to save me. Because it is me that has to show up.
This life is not a dress rehearsal. No, no. So I urge you to have mercy on yourself and forgive yourself. Start there. There is nothing inside of you that is too dark and too ugly for you to face. And should you need a helping hand to do so, reach out to someone. Talking with a professional might also be the key to unlock the blockage. Take a leap of faith! You see, we were never meant to be here to do this alone.
I am forever grateful for you. Your presence and support means the world to me. Happy holidays!!! 🌺🌺🌺 May 2020 be your year of good health, love and good fortune!!!
A singer, songwriter and poet who found salvation in seeking her truth, Nomzi Kumalo’s music is a cinematic tale that migrates from her South African childhood, through France, to the frozen wilds of Scandinavia.
Her sound reflects the innocence of young love and the anguish of adulthood. As a little girl she awoke in the mornings to the sound of her grandfather playing classical piano, when he would visit. She spent Sundays dangling her feet from the pews of the Baptist church as she absorbed the gospel harmonies. Nomzi became an explorer whose music was forged in solitude, far from the familiarity of home.
Born to a Xhosa mother and a Zulu father, now based in Norway, Nomzi has journeyed through Europe, stripping away vices and gathering eclectic influences that give her music a timeless edge and a naked honesty. Her lilting, earthy tone, would not be lost in a smoky bar in the Montmartre of Toulouse Lautrec or on stage in a speakeasy in prohibition New York.
Nomzi speaks openly about facing down the demons of addiction and the pain of stepping out from behind the drink that muffled her senses; but more importantly the enjoyment and clarity of vision in her writing since beginning her recovery. This level of focus has presented her with the opportunity and honour of teaming up with Brian Vibberts, the 6x Grammy Award winning producer and engineer and Multi-Grammy Award winning mastering engineer, Joe Bozzi to engineer her music.
Now, mournful but urgent, Nomzi sings without filters, connecting with her audiences with a vivid soulful sound and a strikingly earthy vocal identity that is hers. She has already performed in venues such as The Oslo Concert Hall and The Nobel Peace Centre.
Nomzi’s voice is the ballerina turning on a tinkling music box- a sound that seeks out her listener with a haunting intimacy.
I registered on WordPress 5 years ago. It is truly wonderful to see familiar faces from back when I started. How far we have come. It also feels good to welcome new faces here too. Love is everywhere you look, it’s true.
Jot down words on a piece of paper. Start writing and see what happens to your life.
Wishing you good health and all the best in 2019 🌸
I am happy to announce that I was published in Ons Klynti; an independent South African cultural magazine. To have my poem Schizophrenic times printed in this issue is fabulous. The magazine is published and launched annually at the Oppikoppi music festival in South Africa.
Thank you so much for appreciating my work like this and thank you for your continued support here on WordPress. Read more about this contemporary online magazine @ Ons Klyntji
I am thrilled to finally be able to have time to announce that I was published in Ons Klynti; an independent South African cultural magazine. To have my poem Blue is the quietest colour in print in this issue is still like a dream. I keep looking from time to time to check that it’s still there. The magazine is published and launched annually at the Oppikoppi music festival in South Africa.
Thank you so much for appreciating my work like this. Read more about this incredible magazine @ Ons Klyntji
“The state of your life is nothing more than a reflection of your state of mind.”
Dr. Wayne W. Dyer
Let me check myself, my life, as I look around my home:
How important is my overall health to me?
What and who am I engaging with?
What am I worth?
What do I need?
Peace and love at home, healthy relationships, a thriving business…?
This quote implies that I have the power of choice:
What am I telling myself each day?
As I grow and change, what are the things that I believe?
Are these beliefs serving me the life of my dreams?
Do I have new dreams?
Life can get challenging sometimes, so when it does, find the light; in a poem, a song, a good conversation, a shared meal, rest, under a tree or by the sea.
I remember going through a painful period in my life that pushed me to write my first WordPress post about returning home to South Africa, essentially to myself. Some day I will tell you about how poetry chose me back then. For now I keep writing and editing my poetry book.
Over 1000 followers later, I am truly grateful for your support, guidance and inspiration 🌸
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
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. They will misname them. Our work is to rise above that.
I 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.
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.
“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.