Yeah, man
Listen to the history, listen to the tale
From the North to the South, let the truth prevail
It’s a long road, brothers and sisters
Let the music speak the mind come on KabsT!
Zambia, ten provinces shining in the sun
But the story in the North, it has only just begun why every time they are the ones in front making accusations on every President who occupies State
Since sixty-four, when the flag was raised high
There’s a question lingering beneath the open sky
Why the tension, why the heavy heart?
Why do brothers drift so far apart?
From the North, the whispers turn to loud decree
Questioning the leaders, failing to see
Oh, look back at the path we tread
Look at the history, look at the bread
From KK to now, the cycle remains
Breaking our hearts and fueling the pains
Can we find the peace, can we find the way?
Or is it just the rhythm of another day?
Old man Kaunda, they called him Fonkofoonko and then accused him of stealing from the poor Zambians ended up in jail at Mukobeeko Maximaam prison
Forgot the free education, forgotten by men
Remember the morning, the Super Loaf bread
Sugar, lyonse tea leaves, condensed milk and DPB milk we used to receive every Sunday morning free of charge door to door the nation was fed
They called him a thief when the work was all done
Ignoring the battle that he surely had won
It’s a pattern of the ages, a heavy melody
Why can’t we embrace our own destiny?
Oh, look back at the path we tread
Look at the history, look at the bread
From KK to now, the cycle remains
Breaking our hearts and fueling the pains
Can we find the peace, can we find the way?
Or is it just the rhythm of another day?
Then came Fredrick Chiluba,who even sold them houses costing at 25 Kwacha brought aboundance of transport means community radio stations across the nation and cell phones they called him the thief
Called him Kafuupi of Congole origin, brought him only grief
Mwanawasa came, they called him chi Cabbage then came
RB who they nicknamed Nyama Soya they accused him of being too corrupt, kept the nation apart. Michael
Sata was nicknamed King Cobra, then the end came too fast later they said that Edgar
Lungu was called a stranger,pompwe mushiibila nsala and said that his real names were Jonathan Mtawari of a Zimbabwean origin ghost of the past
And now they say the current one Hichilema is bringing the storm
Straying too far from the cultural norm
Calling them witches, calling them Satanists
Playing the same old political games
It’s a troubled heart, a soul in distress
Why must we always settle for less?
Unity is the key that we need to find
Leaving the bitter accusations behind
Oh, look back at the path we tread
Look at the history, look at the bread
From KK to now, the cycle remains
Breaking our hearts and fueling the pains
Can we find the peace, can we find the way?
Or is it just the rhythm of another day?
Ten provinces, one nation, one soul
Let’s make the broken spirit whole
From the North to the West, let the love flow also in the East and South and center too!
Let the seeds of true understanding grow
No more names, no more fight
Walk into the morning, walk into the light
Yeah, keep it steady now
One love, Zambia, one love.Twiikataaneee! Tushiike Edgar Lungu Uuyu mwasuunga ku south Africa. He is the son of the soil.