Mari Ya Abdalla - Kanga Bora

KANGA BORA MARI YA ABDALLA After graduation son of Walla i lived at a coastal town where the people so hated the warmth.. they chose to move at nite in the clothes they were born with.. Son of Walla i was dismayed I called myself to counsel and decreed a holy decree son of my mother i would not let this profanity- continue Son of walla i took up a whip and whip them i did son of walla... Urging them with strokes of the whip to know the need- value of clothing up many a wild lass recieved... strokes of the cane Son of Walla i brought back respect to a people who walked unclad Son of Walla i geuss i did good Mari ya Abdalla they called me...zealot.. some sneered behind my back.. but manners imade sure they were taught at the crack of the whip.. male and female they feared me.. or was it my whip son of walla i changed life for a lost people Kanga Boora Mari ya Abdalla ubora wa sitara ndo wema wa sitara that was my message delivered to a people who felt warmth instead of feeling manners