[male vocals] Na
ndolo!
Ah
ah!
It’
s
a
beautiful
day
in
Nkongsamka.
Do
you
remember
the
village
dust?
The
games
we
played
when
we
were
small?
We
ran
through
fields
until
the
sun
was
low,
Just
you
and
me,
Majolie,
standing
tall.
Time
moved
on
and
paths
began
to
fade,
I
lost
the
trail
of
where
you
used
to
be.
But
fate
is
kind
and
plans
were
surely
made,
To
bring
you
back,
right
here,
in
front
of
me.
Oh,
Majolie,
my
sister,
my
friend,
What
a
joy
to
find
you
here
again.
In
Nkongsamka,
under
the
open
sky,
I
see
the
woman
you
have
become,
my,
my!
Oh,
Majolie,
our
roots
are
holding
strong,
It
feels
like
I
am
finally
home
where
I
belong.
Look
at
you
now,
so
graceful
and
so
wise,
A
powerful
woman,
I
see
it
in
your
eyes.
You
welcomed
me
with
open,
loving
arms,
And
shielded
me
from
all
the
city
charms.
I’
m
proud
of
all
the
seeds
that
you
have
sown,
See
how
far
this
beautiful
flower
has
grown.
It’
s
a
blessing,
a
miracle
of
the
heart,
That
we
have
found
the
place
where
we
can
start.
Oh,
Majolie,
my
sister,
my
friend,
What
a
joy
to
find
you
here
again.
In
Nkongsamka,
under
the
open
sky,
I
see
the
woman
you
have
become,
my,
my!
Oh,
Majolie,
our
roots
are
holding
strong,
It
feels
like
I
am
finally
home
where
I
belong.
Douala!
Mbôa!
Distance
is
nothing
when
the
bond
is
deep,
Memories
of
the
village
are
ours
to
keep.
We
drink
the
tea,
we
talk
the
night
away,
Thank
you
for
the
light
you
bring
today.
No
more
goodbyes,
we’
ve
walked
a
million
miles,
To
trade
our
stories
and
to
share
our
smiles.
You
are
my
sister,
my
blood,
my
guiding
star,
No
matter
where
you
go
or
where
you
are.
Nkongsamka
glows
because
you
stand
here
now,
I
make
a
silent
and
a
happy
vow.
To
keep
this
fire
of
friendship
burning
bright,
Like
the
stars
above
us
in
the
night.
Oh,
Majolie,
my
sister,
my
friend,
What
a
joy
to
find
you
here
again.
In
Nkongsamka,
under
the
open
sky,
I
see
the
woman
you
have
become,
my,
my!
Oh,
Majolie,
our
roots
are
holding
strong,
It
feels
like
I
am
finally
home
where
I
belong.
Majolie,
you
are
the
pride
of
the
Sawa!
From
the
village
to
the
heart
of
the
town.
Ah
ah!
Cameroun!
We
are
together
again.
Na
ndolo,
my
sister.