To the peak of my melody
In Matowi tree, I whistle
Calming my bitterness with sweetness
Twisted in my thoughts
About to breakdown;
Yet the voice of my ancestors
Rebuke me, as they consider me a desert.

Hidden in a fog of Valour
Labelled before my existence
They expect me to bleed
With a grinning face;
Could this be Valour or Vanity?
Wishing all folks envision,
Colour of my eyes in the closed eyelids.

Above this Armor of honor
My body is fully bruised
However a brave warrior you see
Knowing none about a water fall of tears
Falling inside my intestines
A Hill of Toxins decaying in me,
Fighting a battle beyond your detection ability.

Raised in this location,
Carrying our flag was labeled on me,
To preserve and make it blossom
Like a watered flower;
Is defined as Manning up
Hence commemoration of our day,
Isn’t keenly regarded, so is this equality?

Laying on Lake of Impartiality
Ungrateful I could be
To put all blame and red marks
Without consideration of Salts
You spilled on my plate,
Full of food that stimulated my growth
Finally I’m a little Giant among elders.

Now hear My Proposal, My wish
Hopes and aspirations,
Will fluctuate more and more
All because re-branding is all I seek.
As centuries turn!
Co-existence of a new lifeline
Must evolve.

“ Mwene wa ma Mwene”
Is my dream title in this Village
Though my wishes conflict with our norms,
On the Gorge of unwavering hardships
It matters not how weak I be
For I walk on its edges without dragging
Just behind these curtains, I hide my grief.