By Munkhondia Mwamakura II
Of my sire, Adamant, I am to tell, Of his blood, I am.
Of my sire's thighs, His waist in a loose black belt, I can't tell you For respect; he's my dad.
Of my dad's leg; His reckless organ, I won’t tell you; Let you know of his, For I am loyal to him; My second god,
But let alone know; Just have it now That he sent my Mom; Agnes packing; divorced
When I was only six years old!