(Soft piano notes) Song done by Brave mweene Hamutete. Nanzele village. Chikankata district.
Oh, Kenneth mazila…
My young brother, the pain is too deep
Rest now, brother, rest
I sit here and the tears, they refuse to dry
I’m staring at the sky and asking the question why
The news hit like a stone, I cannot find my breath
How could you be taken by the hands of early death?
You were a fighter, Kenneth, from the very start
Growing up with such a heavy weight upon your heart
Parents gone too soon, you were left to face the rain
But you never let the world see you broken by the pain
Oh Kenneth Mazila, the road was never kind
But you left a strength and a spirit behind
You rose from Nanzele, you fought your own fight
Now you’re walking home in the morning light
Rest well, brother, your hustle is done
Your race is finished, beneath the setting sun
You left the village soil for the streets of Lusaka town
Working with your hands, never letting your head down
You built your own way, you carved your own name
A man of such courage, you refused to play the game
We watched you grow strong, we watched you stand tall
Never looking for a hand, never waiting for a call
It hurts me to know that your path had to end
I’ve lost a brother, a soldier, and a friend
Oh Kenneth Mazila, the road was never kind
But you left a strength and a spirit behind
You rose from Nanzele, you fought your own fight
Now you’re walking home in the morning light
Rest well, brother, your hustle is done
Your race is finished, beneath the setting sun
Though the silence is loud and the house feels so cold
Your memory is a story that’s waiting to be told
We thank the Creator for the time that we shared
Knowing heaven is holding the soul that you bared
Goodbye, Kenneth Mazila
Sleep well, brother, sleep in peace
Your hard work is finished
We will never forget you
Rest in peace, Kenneth…