We die in the name of slaying
We are enjoying we saying
Its our life we dance
Dance to the music of our own deaths.
The graveyards are never full
They can never swallow their pride and say I have had enough
They are eagerly waiting for our trip
a trip from everything we call life
What have our lives become?
our only life we don’t it value anymore
we now think money is living
Sugar daddies they were, now blessers they are
Going around with married men
“amuna anga ndimalakwitsa pati?” causing pain to a woman who has done nothing wrong
Gone are days when most women had a conscious
Now we even throw ourselves at married men
Taking away love from children who are like us
“mwana wanga dziko linasintha” making our parents cry everyday
“khululukani tate wanga” praying for a lost soul that does not want to be found
They advise us and they become nothing to us
But when diseases we bring, they cry tears every night “khululukani tate wanga”
“mmmmmh mmmh sindikufuna kufa amayi” feeling the pain of our deeds
My heart breaks for you woman of Malawi
Bloody tears rolling down my thick cheeks
All the beliefs I had in a black woman are turning from snow to ashes
No one to whiten them again
Hell is cut loose
And the devil roams freely
I cry for you woman of Malawi, for such a wasted life
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