In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
uchungu, chungu and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this muziki of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written kwa the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.

Ye, Lord let the fragrance of flowers
Mix in blowing breeze
Make the shade of trees even baridi
To give traveler much zaidi peace
Let the trees go even wider and taller
To save the earth from burning heat
Make the smell of soil so sweet
That the countrymen live to die for their country
Let the sun shine even brightly
To make mahindi, nafaka fields look like gold
Lord make the sky even wider
To save us from every harm
Let the moonlight spread around
Let the beauty make us a bit warm
Oh Lord above all, Give us a willing moyo
Lord, let us be your part….. your part

If only they could come to see,
au they could realize.
That all the mixed-up crazy things
Are why she hides her eyes.
She's holding back the sadness,
But her face gives her away.
She takes no time to express it
Because she doesn't want to say.
Her moyo sinks like the setting sun,
Sadness has pushed her down.
The ones that know her all believe
That she can turn around.
But none of them can understand
Just what goes on inside.
Rain and tears and storms thrash on;
It's why she always cries.
She hurts too much to look beyond
The sadness in her mind.
So one can only hope for her,
That happiness she will find.
If only they could come to see,
au they could realize.
All these things they're looking past;
They're why she hides her eyes.