The Truth

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 The benefits of blogging far superseded anything that I could ever have imagined!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!!!

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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.

Thank you

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 🌸

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2019.

Published: Schizophrenic times

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

Feel free to catch up on my most recent poems by clicking here: Nomzi Kumalo Poetry Collection. Thank you so much 🌸

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2018.

Published: Blue is the quietest colour

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

Feel free to catch up on my collection of poems by clicking here: Nomzi Kumalo Poetry Collection. Thank you 🌸

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2018.

Love and doubt

“Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.”

Khalil Gilbran

Lots of incredible things happening in the world. People wanting many different things from us. My compass for my life is within me. Let me align with my calling 🌸

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2018.

Do you have new dreams?

“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?

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2018.

Focus

“When walking, walk. When eating, eat.”

Zen Proverb

So simple and yet so profound. Indeed, it is the distractions that make life quite miserable. How invigorating it is when I am in that zone, concentrating 🌸

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2018.

Editing

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 🌸

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2017.

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.

 

How to remove the dread from the locks.

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.

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

Why not self publish

I am inspired and eternally grateful for each and every one of your posts that plant seeds of endless possibilities for my life: your precious reminders to keep receiving, creating and giving. I am considering to translate a selection of my poems into Norwegian for them to be published in a book at a publishing house here where I live; connect with the people who I live with. I am also aware of the fact that my readership is mainly english speaking and Norwegians do speak and read english.

Perhaps to focus on self publishing an english poetry book is the way to go. What am I waiting for?

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

The Daily News

The bullshit of the week begins effortlessly
The printed word declares fear on the world
And at some point we feel the accountability
Close our eyes so we can play hunger games
While the obese stuff their muffle in protest

Dear God give me the strength to know you
Above agendas tripping all over themselves
Beyond all the seductions of his entitlements
Into the season of Your mercy and Your song
Because love is all that I seem to recognise

The rest is not for me.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.