You once was a nice place to be Many had their bright dreams Of setting their eyes On your awesome landscape veiled in green then When the antelopes could unknowingly find themselves on the verandas As they jumped up and down the forests Well conserved vegetation blinded their eyes sending impulses to their brains That they are deep in the tropical forest when they were encroaching human habitations This is when we go back into time when every tree cut meant ten more planted As our ancestor labelled Ngwazi (the original) spoke and nyasas listened