FROM SLAVES TO THEIR MASTER
“To satan in real life, and demon in pure manifestation. The man who brings us hell on earth.”
Usione Vyaelea, ah!
Amini vimeumbwa,
Laana wajizolea,
kutufanya kama mbwa,
Usije ukakosea,
siku moja ukayumba,
Sito sita ‘jitetea,
kabla hayajanikumba.
Siwezi kukumbatia,
njia ‘siyo jivunia,
Siku yangu yawadia,
uhuru kujipatia,
Upendo nazingatia,
hekima nakumbatia,
Na japo wanichukia,
nabaki bila hatia.
I will always say yes,
to the wishes of my masters,
My place is not a guess,
a servant waiting for “rapture”,
For peace I avoid rest,
and for health I avoid capture,
Keen of doing the best,
to fix family fractures.
My masters call me a baboon,
my brothers call me a traitor,
I can’t go to the saloon,
anytime other than daytime,
I no longer taste the commune,
or the love of my “mater”,
All my songs though in tune,
are a cause for way more haters.
I am gracefully broken,
being prepared for the future,
You can’t break my devotion,
or my passion Mr. Shooter,
Although you plan to re-open,
a big shop for the butcherer,
In my heart, I hold a token,
patiently waiting for my suitor.
God loves me and Jesus died for me,
though I am in chains for sure I am free,
Battles are easy for me,
as I fight them with my knees,
I submit to God and he does to me,
devil has no choice other than to flee,
I don’t worry on who to be,
as I patiently wait for his decree.
To heaven, I am headed,
and there pain will be history,
Everything I have traded,
for my master and her ministry,
Will my life be upgraded?
To me, that is still a mystery,
But the sins I have evaded,
have just increased my trajectory.
“Kumbuka haya Mondala,
with a song from the cabin,
mateso ya fimbonyala, is more than you can imagine,
bila viatu au ndala, a towel or a napkin,
masaa matatu kulala, before the dogs start barking,
treated like a gorilla, what a life it has been,
Black Diamond you are and freedom is your calling.”
