Music, you are my African pride ;
You unite enemies, friends and nations;
You heal, counsel and inform;
Through you, my soul is purified and my heart is sharpened,
With the wings of your sweet melody, you open heavens
For me to enter and take a sit;
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they’ll see God.
My Wife, you’re my African pride;
You dilute oxygen to give me life;
Your laughter, joy and happiness – strengthen my bones,
To be able to stand and walk through hard uncontrollable times;
I agree to disagree with enemies, who hold wrong end of a stick
When it’s time to reward your endeavours;
Blessed be the Lord, my Rock and my great strength,
Who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.