Ayy... my king, my husband, my head.
Listen to me close, mukwai...
Yoh!
From the streets of Lusaka to the Copperbelt line,
I thank the Lord everyday that you are mine.
You stand strong for me, no shake, no fear,
Wiping away every single tear.
No boza, this love is pure and true,
Nobody else can do the things you do.
Muli shani, my love, you are my home,
With you in my life, I am never alone.
Natotela, my king, for everything you do,
It is forever ifwe, just me and you.
Mayo! This love is sweet, it dey overflow,
Where you lead, my husband, I will go.
Natotela mukwai, you be my gold,
The warmest hands for my heart to hold.
You hustle so hard, putting food on our plate,
A man of honor, standing tall and great.
No matter the storm, you anchor my soul,
Making this broken woman fully whole.
I appreciate the patience, the laughter we share,
Nothing on earth can ever compare.
Natotela, my king, for everything you do,
It is forever ifwe, just me and you.
Mayo! This love is sweet, it dey overflow,
Where you lead, my husband, I will go.
Natotela mukwai, you be my gold,
The warmest hands for my heart to hold.
Mmm, forever ifwe...
Natotela, my love.
Yoh, ayy.