It was on the 1st of Jan , 1986, when togather with Kafiti,
The Village Wag,
Embarked, on the venture of our lifetime..
To entice some village queens,
By playing as guest Djs,
On a village marriage party,
Where the bride, chanced on the groom,
On the second montly market day,
With our Hitachi, the real music machine!
That Thursday,
In Bwizibwera,
The bride was Kyakwera,
With Kahonoka, son of the late Ntura,
Dancing wierdly like Ntuuha bird,
Craning, endlessly his neck,
With a neck-less
Near the home of the late Behweera..
Like a wizard in the banana plantation..
Chick chick chick chick…
Beyond midnight…!
We started by unwinding the cassattes,
To play Umkomboti,
And thank you Mr DJ, by Chaka Chaka,
So we could endeer some lonely,
But available cuties,
The village beauties..,
Attending village parties,
Like Patricia, the girl with bow- legs
Who wore nothing but dusty leggings..
We needed to log-in..
Onto this nature inspired scented soul..
We had chased some wild rabbits,
All day, long,
That i slept midway, at midnight,
Of this sway,
And left Kafiti,
The Village Wag,
To enjoy,
The new years’ Joy..
Indeed, he who eats hot pepper,
Will expect,
A hot behind!
