Nyakaisiki

Nyakaisiki
You of surreptitious booty
Whose skin
Smoothened by the ghee
Is the delight of the hills
That roll to where the eyes can no longer see
You of teeth as neat as maize kobs
Of hair so lush
As the unending green
At the foot of the mwitanzige
Dance
Gyrate in the light of this fire
Round which the lads are gathered
From the Kafu to Nyangahya
Mesmerize them with the brush of your kanga

Yes
Drive them wild
Drive them mad
So that they can sing your name to the clouds
Yes
Yes
Shake them with your voice
Pinch their ears with songs long forgot
Hold them in trance
With your dreamy gaze
Bury them in the bosom of your image
Fill them with your intoxication
The intoxication of your illusion
Sweep them your waving hips
Giving them the drink of your aura

Seasoned daughter of coffee and matooke
Keep those boys in your bosom
Don’t let them leave us
Don’t let the city swallow them
Sing to them
Sing to them the songs we sung by the well
Return their minds to the laps of their grannies
You must not let them forget
That they were first of this land
Before they were anything else