Yo, Mr. Munkonze, my brother, do you remember?
Teaching us damages, but we were already damaged!
Back in the day, we were living like monks
No money in our pockets, just academic books
We'd see a beautiful lady walking by
Just dying inside, couldn't even try
Lubomba looked at his wallet and sighed
"I don't have what to give," he cried
Malambo said, "Brother, let it remain
Don't start what you can't sustain"
Let's organize a reunion, oh
Bring the family together, let the drinks flow
From the library corner to corporate life
We survived the pressure and the student strife
Call the family, meet up again
Shoutout to the legends, the ZICA men
Now the group chat buzzing every morning
Good morning family, let's link, no warning
Someone's shouting, "Meet in Kitwe town!"
Kitwe is central, where it goes down
But Ernie's laughing, making a fuss
"Kitwe being central? You must be dangerous!"
If Kitwe is central, then Mkushi too
Where are we meeting, tell me, where are you?
Who's confessing about the summer days?
Instead of studying Tax, in a different haze
You were chasing love while the books caught fire
Now you're checking the chat, full of desire
Mmmm, yeah, those old crush days
Let's organize a reunion, oh
Bring the family together, let the drinks flow
From the library corner to corporate life
We survived the pressure and the student strife
Call the family, meet up again
Shoutout to the legends, the ZICA men
The Lord is our strength, going the full length
Where are we heading? Kitwe or Kabwe?
Drop the location, we're on the highway
Bring out the braai stand, call every man
Ka reunion, oh, ZICA men!
(Intro)(Crying electric guitar melody... solo plucking)(Spoken dramatically over a soft bassline)Ah... Ernie, look what you have done now.Do not put words in my innocent mouth, mon frère! 🏃♂️🏃♂️The group chat is on fire tonight...Mr. Kalapa, don't comment yet! We are still reading.Listen to the mystery of the Auditor General and the girl named Sharon...(Verse 1 - The Confrontation)A voice cries out in the night, "Just say Sharon, send your pic!"And the family asks, "Who is Sharon? The name sounds familiar, it's a trick!"Bushe iyi crush nangu love tayakapwe? Will this love never die?The quiet men are waking up, looking at the screen with a sigh.But she whispers, "Worry not, I will send him a private view once...Once he sleeps bwino tonight, because he is restless like a dunce!"The crowd screams, "We also want to see Sharon! We all want to sleep bwino too!"The way all the men—even the quiet ones—will click that photo, it's true! 🤣🙈(Chorus)Oh, look for your own crush, my brother!She is right here in the group, but very quiet, like no other.Like the deep, silent water... at the foot of Mosi-o-Tunya. 🌊But this photo is a private view, ni private boi, I tell ya!If you and Big Malambo Nkumbi think you will see it... forget it!It’s a secret in the dark, and you will never get it.(Verse 2 - Night Travels & The Roll Call)(Tempo stays steady, horns enter softly)Good evening family... Mr. Malambo, how are you today?An accountant is driving from Chinsali, far, far away.Night travels from the Provincial Auditor General's seat,May God be your driver on that lonely highway street.And the roll call begins! The history cannot be erased:Brian, Clever, Cynthia, Elisha, Emmanuel! (We are waiting!)Enia, Felix, Fidelis, Lampard (Gift), Mushili! (We are waiting!)Mwansa, Namusonde, Neddy, Patrick, Regina, Sharon, Stella, and Zubiri!The whole class is standing online, waiting for the decree!(Bridge - The Weight and The Clean Suits)(The guitar starts to play faster, lighter notes)"Kkkkk, no good-looking photos here, we are deep in the village kumunzi!"But the Kaps looks sharp, a neat accountant dressed for the money!One Philip, a good money guy, standing tall in the frame,This man looks exactly the same as the Nkumbi days, no change to his name!But look at Mr. Lee and Mr. Malambo... namuchinja too much weight!You are eating too well, the corporate life is looking great!"How is Mazabuka?" a voice asks, remembering the past,"Back in 2008, this big man hosted me, a memory built to last."(Outro - The Seben Dance Climax!)(The drums kick into a fast, rhythmic Zambian Kalindula/Rumba dance beat! Total celebration!)Aba! Mr. Kalapa, now you can comment!The reading is done!Sharon, send the view once! Let the restless man sleep!Chinsali to Mazabuka, the ZICA family runs deep!Don't put words in my mouth, Ernie! 🏃♂️🏃♂️We are accountants, we dress neatly, we dance elegantly!Twalumba! Twalumba ba ZICA!(Fast, happy guitar solo fades out with laughter and shouting)