By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Yes, we shall walk together
We shall walk together down the isle
With the flower bearers going ahead of us
We shall walk past the old pits and farmlands
We shall march forward
Leaving behind our old world of need and misery.
Right ahead shall there be a delegation to receive us
Children with welcoming placards
Choir men and women singing their lungs out
Into our new house shall we enter
With everything being brand new, even the linen.
This will be for us a new life
In a land overflowing with milk and honey
There will be no more suffering
Suffer go dong finish
So many servants you won’t have to work.