(Ayy, yoh...)
Listen to my story, mukwai...
It’s been a long road.
I remember those days back in Ndola,
My beloved Mayo, she had no dollar.
Going door to door, begging for mealie meal,
Just so ifwe, her children, could get a meal.
I saw her tears drop on the dusty floor,
But she kept on knocking on every door.
Yeah, she did it all for us.
But my love life haven’t been okay,
Disappointment chasing me every day.
Whatever I touch, it no dey work,
Left in the shadow, left in the dark.
But I believe, Mayo’s prayers will stand,
One day, blessings will fill my hand.
(Yoh, we go make am!)
People promising love, but it’s all boza,
They use me, then they say it’s over.
Every hustle I start, it just dey fail,
Feels like I’m trapped in a bitter jail.
But I remember where we came from,
The struggle of Mayo, the beat of the drum.
I no fit give up now, oh!
But my love life haven’t been okay,
Disappointment chasing me every day.
Whatever I touch, it no dey work,
Left in the shadow, left in the dark.
But I believe, Mayo’s prayers will stand,
One day, blessings will fill my hand.
Natotela, Mayo, for the love you show.
No more mealie meal begging, we will grow.
Ayy, yoh... we will rise.