Poem of the Week – Nanayanja

 

 

adungu

 

Nanayanja,
beat the drum, let it speak out;
Namayanja,
those who bear the Kabaka, bear well
Namayanja,
beat the drum, let it speak out;
Namayanja,
she who bore the Kubaka
is at Lusaka.
Namayanja.

A man without sons,
let me go up and down the lake.
A man without sons,
passing up and down the lake.
A man without sons,
let me go up and down the lake.
A man without sons,
let me pass up and down the lake.
A man without sons.

Those who want to go raiding
should not quarrel,
Those who want to go raiding
I give you beer, I do not want to quarrel
Those who want to go raiding
The Muganda canoes,
hiss through the water as they go
Those who want to go raiding.

Choose what you like.
If guns frighten you,
where will you make your homestead?
I consider you one who drinks and boasts.
You who have no cows,
what will you drink?
There are some without cows.
What will they drink?

The white ants are flying
the girls who are there
I shouted to them, they did not reply.
The ants are flying.

-Anon

Image Credit: http://music.africamuseum.be/instruments/english/congo%20drc/adungu.html

Source and more about the poem: http://www.africanpoems.net/survival/buganda-songs/

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