[male
vocals] (
Soft
piano
chords)
My
Haniya,
my
Shahida
Listen
to
the
story
of
where
we
come
from
From
the
warm
heart
of
Africa,
Malawi
Listen,
my
children
I
am
Ismael
Msosa
Masambuka,
I
was
Born
in
the
central
region
Malawi,
that
is
where
my
childish
memory
is
in
Nkhotakota,
Mphonde,
that
is
the
sacred
ground
In
Bulumuti
village,
the
love
of
family
is
found
Kwa
Matapa,
the
home
of
your
grandmother
so
dear
Mulindanji
Nyamwali
Mawulidi,
her
memory
is
still
wish
us,
may
her
souls
rest
in
peace
Abiti
Mawulidi,
a
queen
of
the
soil
I
remember
the
beauty,
away
from
the
toil
Haniya,
Shahida,
remember
your
name
Masambuka
blood,
burning
like
a
flame
From
Zomba
in
the
southern
Malawi,
my
father
Msosa
Masambuka
is
a
Yawo
tribe
roots,
standing
tall,
standing
good
From
Maganga
village,
the
heritage
is
deep
A
promise
to
you
both,
a
secret
I
keep
We
stayed
in
Lilongwe,
Chigwilizano
place
In
T/
A
Malili,
I
still
see
your
mother’
s
face
If
you
take
a
journey,
back
to
our
home
Across
the
borders,
no
matter
where
you
roam
You
will
find
your
family,
your
friends
in
the
sun
In
Likuni,
the
story
has
only
just
begun
Take
the
flight
to
Joburg,
then
to
Lilongwe
town
Catch
that
minibus
to
Chigwilizano,
never
look
down
Haniya,
Shahida,
remember
your
name
Masambuka
blood,
burning
like
a
flame
From
Zomba
in
the
south,
my
father
Msosa
stood
Yawo
tribe
roots,
standing
tall,
standing
good
From
Maganga
village,
the
heritage
is
deep
A
promise
to
you
both,
a
secret
I
keep
It’
s
a
long
way
home,
but
the
heart
finds
the
way
Carry
our
traditions
every
single
day
You
are
the
future,
the
Masambuka
pride
With
all
of
our
ancestors
right
by
your
side
Haniya,
my
daughter
Shahida,
my
love
From
Malawi
with
love,
sent
from
above (
Log
drum
fade)
Remember
where
you
came
from
Sharp,
sharp,
my
children