Dear Kwamboka

My beloved Kwamboka
You are like a lamp in my heart
I feel warm like a worker
Whose produce is plenty
With you, I feel journeying the moon

The stars are lighting my soul
From the bottom to the top
With your sweet voice , can't say!
You are such awesome
Not much troublesome
Like the rest of them

I wish I had some francs
We could have traveled to Europe
To Paris and Frankfurt
We spend time in the holy sites of Jerusalem

Dear Kwamboka, hold my hand
I need you than before
Release your worry and come
There's a life worth than this
Let our trust be in the Lord