Morphy is a talented Afro Soul artist known for soulful melodies and captivating performances. With a passion for storytelling through music, Morphy’s sound blends traditional African rhythms with modern soul influences.
Morphy’s Performances
Morphy’s performances are a soul-stirring experience, blending captivating stage presence with heartfelt Afro Soul music. With every note, Morphy connects with the audience, creating an unforgettable atmosphere.
Some highlights of Morphy’s performances include:
Soulful vocals that evoke deep emotions
Infectious energy that gets the crowd moving
Authentic storytelling through music
Morphy’s Released Music
Mufunwa
Ene fhedzi, featuring King Mshivo
Mbulu Nito Baiza
Neva, featuring Lutroo Da Music and Dj Safari
I got U, featuring Lutroo Da Music and Osome Feyn
Upcoming Music
New Single: So so (RELEASE DATE: 13 JULY 2025)
Potential Album release – LongWalk to LoveDom (RELEASE DATE: SEPTEMBER 2025)
I had to enlighten myself about patience before I met you. I thought I knew all about love and patience. I knew, it just flew from my mine. My mind rebooted from the pain beat. I used feel nothing but pain, I used feel numb, I was a day dreamer. I met one, made him the one, but he wasn’t the one. I met two he didn’t feel like the one, so he was always number two. When one bungled, two eases. I loved my one, he was my one and only. I was patient, I waited for love, I waited for Careness and I waited for him. I expected alot to not being interested anymore. I kept going back one would even think, I’m desperate for one’s love.
Two. My tears are flowing to my pillow as I write this. Why now? I’m confused I have a lot of questions dodging away with their answers. I was me, two was two, and we was crazy, still. Took me a year and a few weeks to reframe the unexpected memories we had, the unconditional love we shared, and now we act like we are not here yet we think about each other every day. I know, I was an asshole. Two fell in to a deep sleep of love to wanting to wake next to me every morning. An hour felt like a minute but every moment was worth spending it with you. I was myself, and he made it easier, it felt home. I felt like I’ve been knowing him for ages.
I had fallen deep. My two to one, he’s my one. I love you.
I had sit to have a little thought on finishing this love story or I let it eat me till it kills me. I had to flash back on some of the things he said earlier than now. Now I’m stuck between love and lust. I saw it even before I had hear it.
Deep down I want to move on without him, though I am trying to but I’m failing and I don’t have any other choice than to leave this man.
A few weeks ago he asked me to bear kids for him, I left him hanging, and ditched him. That time I was busy mingle with someone else, that someone else found out about Clement and left. I went back, in my heart I have forgiven him. But I think about it everytime I think of him. Since he has told me he went back to his ex, I had some mixed thoughts on who, what, and why. Okay, I hate it here. Hence I always avoid to vent this side bringing out the sad side of me.
What hurts me more is that I saw everything right infront of my eyes, I just ignored just like everyone who thinks they’re loved would do. He used randomly send an “I love you” text the days he should be disgusted by my doings yet he knows he did worse. I don’t judge him, and he hasn’t.
If I don’t wake up from this dream now I will live with this wound for the rest of my life, it’s sad and painful that the man I love is bending over and he getting fucked by another man. I’m hurt.
I wish to ask more but it will hurt more, I’d rather not say. How can you be 43 and single, you’ve been a devorcee for a long time now what could be the problem? Okay, why did you devorce your wife? Why didn’t you tell me you gay? I know I should have said bisexual, no he’s not bisexual he is gay. Clement is gay.
I had never thought I would be writing about Clement ever again. I thought we was over, but I’m too attached to stay far from him. If you don’t follow grab on.
I had been writing about this guy ever since. He was my first ever have I had, but now he looks like my last. I really love and adore this man. I called him my first because of the kind of love he gave me. It was not supposed to be a long-term thing but it seems like we are heading to our forever. Oh and yes he’s a little bit older than me. He turned 43 in March and I turned 22 in February, It was all messy and fucked up We couldn’t even wish each other a happy birthday. I guess we were just too caught up in our moments.
I called him a few weeks after I broke up with him, he was just from France. I asked if he could pass by my place, he said it’s cool. We talked, we tried to argue, andwe went low again. We smiled and giggled until we laugh it out loud. And it brought back all the memories we shed and a question pop up, like a bubble on my head, “Why did you fall in love with this man?”. I didn’t know what to say but I already had an answer in my heart. He loved me dearly, with fear. Fear to break my heart, fear to be left heart broken. This man knows all my flaws yet he chose to be with me with my flaws.
I love him, I love him with scars, I love him with his flaws, imperfections and all that he is. I don’t know when he will come across all that I’ve written and said dearly about him. I wish it could be sooner. Since he doesn’t really know that I’m a blogger. It always been here and it doesn’t reach to a lot of people, but It’s better this way, since I don’t really open to the people I know.
Now yesterday was his mom’s death anniversary, she died on the 12th of April 2019. In the morning we was all good, chatting, It all happened so fast, his attitude just changed. The pain and the misery this day has brought him. I thought I could comfort as what we always do. I was so into comforting him on this situation but I didn’t know how I comfort him, I lost words. I told him what was inside me. My heart spoke to him.
Then on a paper I wrote:
“Through days like these I just have to make sure, certainly sure, and calmly remind him of all the people that cares for him and all that he has. I have been suicidal before, no one helped go through that, I had to deal with everything by myself. But today I have to help someone conquer that too. Someone I really love. Someone I’m afraid to lose. I didn’t know what to tell him as soon as I noticed. I was scared, out words, somehow it felt funny but I had to put my light in the man’s heart. Give him hope, show him love and tell him how much he means to us. And for as much as I still need him, I know his kids needs him more❤”
I don’t wanna wait for tomorrow to tell him how much he means to me and how much I love him, because tomorrow is long time. But I know mama is with us, though I’ve never met her but she’s with us.
Been trying to be strong and okay like everyone else. Deep down you are still stuck in my thoughts, deep in our thoughts, my thoughts. Trying to get some peace of mind and accept all at once, accepting everyday, but gets hard day by day knowing that you have left us.
Is it really real. Takes me a few smokes to feel better but doesn’t really help. I break down in my unexpected moments. I’m not crying out for help, I wanna deal with you. Thought was going to be a phase, the pain is still holding us back from the healing land.
Wish to just say Hi, laugh lots, and feast. I know you wish that too.
Hurts me alot to say that this is the last part of my love story with Clement. I tried, but I failed as I knew and saw this day. I loved that man, I still love him so much.
So I broke with him a few hours ago, I feel bad but relieved, and sometimes I feel like I did right. Right for me, and him. I’m still young, still gotta alot to explore, and at this moment I’m almost to peak of my career. He’s a divorcee, got kids, and he old enough to have explored.
Right now I don’t want to cry, I did what I was supposed to do a long time ago. Um I wish I could say much, but I feel empty of words but my mind is full of thoughts. I zone in and out, checking my phone every five 2 minutes thinking he’d give me a call. Maybe that’s what he wanted all this time. Maybe I was really forcing him in to this. I still have got a lot of questions but let me just hang on the Clif I will be fine.
“okay, so this is it. You just gonna leave like that, no goodbye guys and kisses” I miss you.
Thank you for your love, you’ve built me to the woman I am today. I know I’m not perfect, I’m human with flaws. I’m sorry I failed to be the lover you wanted.
Today is the day I feel like I wanna and I feel like I don’t wanna say it. A lot has occurred, and now I’m in a fucked but controlled situation. You wanna scream? You wanna cry? You call him and just start shouting at him for all that’s happening and how I’m feeling right now.
A few weeks ago I coincidently spent a night out with him and his friend. How weird it was. I had to light a few cigarettes to cool down, he saw and I’m sure he was disgusted. We had talk about that, I said I’ll stop, funny how he said he didn’t know me, so I said let’s play this game. Either way it was more fun to play it confront of every one until it was just the two of us having to talk about it and made up the very same moment. Man that was quick. I still feel more for him.
But I now have to let go as I see we’re this is going. I have to let you go Clemy. So many what if’s after what I found out about him. I loved what he had but if I don’t let go now I will get hurt badly later. A lot he wanna say but he doesn’t say. A lot in my mind just don’t know if it’s true.
Although I don’t quickly wanna conclude it , he still gives all the reason to. I’m scared but I’m okay. I love this young woman I’m becoming. I’ve always and will always go for what’s best.
How I’ll disappear, he’ll never see it but it will be for the better.
Dear Clement
The sun’s going down now, but my love for you burns brighter than ever. I love you. I guess I’ll see you in the next life time
The creation of your unexpected mien in my life was exceptional to me and you. How we met and never thought we would be here today. I am here now, stuck in my thoughts trying to reach out, seeking for attention of looking for your kind of love.
We both want to talk about how, what and why, the conversations we had in the dark on our first, maybe last evening. You saw my flaws, you talked about your flaws and I fell for you with your flaws. Perfect is he that knows and accept his own flaws.
I never had a thought of changing you and all you are, you seemed perfect the way you are in my eyes.
I liked you and loved you. I felt home, though with all the uncomfortable starts. You allowed me without even saying, to let out, be free and be happy, but I pouring more to what I never thought was there. I liked how you were so happy to see the inside of me out, dancing and going all crazy was exceptional and unexpected to me.
I was intoxicated but my sobriety didn’t change how I felt about you. Funny how the complexity of this feeling got me in my sobriety days. Flashbacks got me singing love songs every time I think of you.
I hate how i try to ignore the feeling of missing him though I was told he was someone else’s man. I just can’t get over every moment and the little memories we had together. From our first little dinner date, wasn’t much but I was so in to the moment, so much that I didn’t want it to end. To the evenings we could just drink alot of wine and watch movies, but won’t finish the movie making our own movie.
Just like I’ve said I didn’t want to move fast, so day one, I got to his place and he was like “Well you’ll be sleeping in this room and I’ll be sleeping in the other room”. Sleeping in separate rooms wasn’t really a good idea. I didn’t have a problem with it though, until I woke up in the morning in his bedroom, not naked and no we didn’t. I was taking things slow and he made it easier for me to. I think we were on the “we still getting to know each other” stage of our relationship.
We woke up in the morning freshen up and went shopping together, at first I was like what if someone who knows me sees me with Clement, a family member maybe but I was like “Nah, they stay far, what would they be doing in the East”. Okay we got to the shopping complex we had to go to the stores “walking” together, I’m still stuck in my thoughts but walking with him to the store, I felt like people were staring at us like ‘what is this old man doing with this little lady’ for a moment I said fuck people and their sayings either way no one forced me to be here intact I’m the one who insisted we should go buy lamb and veggies for lunch together. We came back then I had to make lunch for him. It was a test, yes and yes, I had to impress him as much as I can.
We got home, felt so home. Although he’d want me to be free and open, but It really wasn’t an easiest thing for me. Remember it was a new feel, it was new to me. Although he wasn’t my first, he was new to me.
I’m out of words to write but I have alot in mind, I have a lot to talk about, I have alot of questions to ask him. Few days ago we had a little chat, talking about his friend. How she did me bad and how she ruined us, yet she’s still going rack and ruining all my relationships with my loved ones.
The “she ruined us” part Clement didn’t want to talk about it, he kept on reminding me how I trusted her, all though I felt like he had much to say, we both just went silent, I couldn’t hang up. “Uhmm thanks for the call”, I said. He told me to take it easy and that was it.
Firstly I didn’t expect him to call after telling him what was bothering me. I thought he wanted nothing to do with me, I thought I’m worthless to him. But it seems he still cares more than I never imagined.
Do I still worth the same to you? Do I still owe you more of my love? But where are We? I miss my Clemy.
At this point I’m still asking myself as to why he just disappeared and still want to be there for me.
What’s his fear? Are we still on the “you are too young” thing? Well he never mentioned anything about never leaving me, nor braking my heart; and the one that showed up and said that seems like he ain’t for me. I tried not to but I kept thinking about him, can’t say I’m going to change him, I can’t, I just can’t.
He made a promise but i imagined Clement saying that not him, but he was right in front of me; and myself just staring at him with my eyes full of tears. I guess I was too broken to move on, but not as broken as he is. The conversations we used to have left me hanging up on thoughts and having mixed feelings about the whole situation. Deep down I don’t want to take him back there but I fear I might, imagine telling him that I’m still inlove with Clement, who I still don’t know if I should call an Ex, damn it’ll break him so much he would never believe in love again.
He was scared, still scared to fall, but I’m stuck between letting go of Clement and staying in this relationship.
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