Ayy! Yoh!
Listen close, Dickson Mwale.
No giving up now, my brother.
Keep the fire burning!
They tell you school is hard, they say it is a long road,
But Dickson, you carry a heavy and golden load.
Late nights in Lusaka, studying by the light,
No room for sleeping, we are fighting the fight.
Some say you can't make it, but that is all boza!
Step by step, we are getting closer.
Dickson Mwale, you will graduate, oh!
Natotela, we are opening the gate, oh!
No giving up, ifwe we go make it to the top,
When the degree lands, the celebration no go stop!
Ayy! Dickson Mwale, watch how we fly!
Yoh! Dickson Mwale, we touch the sky!
From the Copperbelt down to Victoria Falls,
You are standing tall, breaking down all the walls.
Think of Mayo's prayers, think of the bright day,
Every single assignment, you clear the way.
So grab your pen, brother, sharpen your mind,
The best of your life is what you will find.
Dickson Mwale, you will graduate, oh!
Natotela, we are opening the gate, oh!
No giving up, ifwe we go make it to the top,
When the degree lands, the celebration no go stop!
Ayy! Dickson Mwale, watch how we fly!
Yoh! Dickson Mwale, we touch the sky!
No giving up, Dickson.
Almost there.
Ayy! Natotela mukwai.
Graduation day is coming!
Yoh!