Last siku of another mwaka is almost here
And i can't help but fight a tear
Another mwaka without my boy
Is surely going to bring no joy
Parties happening ,music,fun all around
But all youll see on my face is a miserable frown
Dancing ,fireworks,counting down the clock
But picha of Michael in my head I can not block
Trying to drown my sorrows in drink
So maybe then I wont have to think
Just then someone yells "Turn the muziki up loud"
As I hear the beat of the muziki my moyo feels proud
Thats my boy,always livens up the crowd
Bodies moving and swaying to Black au White
My moyo threatens to burst with all its...
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