Stars shine to brighten the night;
From Walewale to Kokomlemle, the sky binding ties,
Perfectly! despite the lies in sight;
Little children enjoy games of the hour;
Even the taste of lemon that is sour;
Yet their parents end their insatiable desire;
To avoid the shadows of the men of fire;
Same night that brought forth little babies;
Turns to day for the dark-hearted cronies;
Destroying the nights of follies and lollies for the kiddies;
We miss the cool nights of the past;
Where the elderly held steadfast;
The culture of fables around the red warm fire;
Under the starry night from Walewale to Kokomlemle.
Ismail Akwei 