Music

The modern day slave-master

is like a magician;

Instead of a whip,he's got a hat,

and a rabbit,

and a bag full of tricks.

Now he's here,now he's not;

I can feel it from the farthest end of my roots

to the flowers bloom,

The anticipation in the air;

so close,I can smell it,feel it on my skin

Mi nuh stop tink 'bout you.

Fine damsel

that stole my heart;

Isn't it obvious, am in love with you

Can't you see my dreamy eyes

trying to  give you the look?

He hears their voices

screams,shouts,in adoration,recognition;

and wishes,

he could show his faces

Let them connect his pokerface,

to his reflection,

Me hupenda ku-dream na ku-imagine

Ningekuwa fish ni-breathe ndani ya maji

ama kama Abbas na ma-ferry

nikuwe always juu ya maji

ka ki-merman

Bring me the world

and place it at my feet,

The skies too if they can fold,

and fit in my fist.

Like a bad drawing on a piece of paper

am going to crumple it,

Despite the hardships and the wrongs he's been singled,jazz maestro Joseph Hellon is still the East Africa's best.

I came,I saw,I conquered

Then I started smiting the gods

and by them,I stuttered,choked and faltered.

Till the day I confess my sins