Ever since the day of my birth
I have seen none but them

Starting at a young age
My life has been trailing along them
In their chameleon’s representation
But still, to granny’s words I clung
That dusk is dawn’s conceiver
Deluding myself with Hakuna Matata
Getting comfort from false consciousness
Till, when reality begun to flirt with me,
I conceived of that revolutionary in me
To abolish backstabby, mudslinging politics
The Pumbwa catapulting democracy
A call for the Nyasaland we are longing for.