Yebo, are you listening?
Sho, Ndola Chifubu, eighty-seven.
This is the story of Garry Kalonje.
Asambe!
Born in Chifubu, eighty-seven was the year
My real father passed, leaving mama in tears
Just three months old, a baby so small
But God sent a savior to answer the call
My blessed step-father, he took me as his own
Loved me like a king upon a golden throne
With Joseph and Charity, we grew up so tight
Step-father guided us into the light
Oh Garry Kalonje, look at you now
We lifting our hands, we making a bow
Thank you to the father who made me a man
God continue blessing, performing His plan
Yebo, we vibe, Chifubu to Jozi
We dancing with joy, my family knows me
No fatherless boy, because you were there
You gave me a name, you showed me you care
Joseph and Charity, we stand here today
Garry Kalonje is shouting aweh!
We praise the Almighty for blessings so deep
The promises made are the promises we keep
Oh Garry Kalonje, look at you now
We lifting our hands, we making a bow
Thank you to the father who made me a man
God continue blessing, performing His plan
Yebo, we vibe, Chifubu to Jozi
We dancing with joy, my family knows me
God bless you, Baba.
Garry Kalonje.
Sharp sharp.
Asambe.