By Michael Gombe
I was sick and I didn’t know of what disease
I ran out if ideas, clear thoughts to analyze
As the time went on as my future demoralized
What’s so bad, my hopes and wishes divorced
Optimistically, I got a place where all of
these are restored
It’s Umoja Centre aerial and bolded
I call it workshop where my mind being fixed
As I know an empty mind is a workshop of the devil
That’s why I study hard to reach the high level
Fight against poverty, through the education
From me, my sons and daughters,
the coming generation
To make their life better, they need this transmission
English and computing,
I am not very far from globalization
Prosperity to talents and subjects to make myself infusion
I learn key skills for my life, daily with clear perception
I can’t get enough, library is the only reason
Enough teachers, riding bicycles then early at school
I think clearly before taking action, my decisions are cool
Empty stomached, empty minded,
on my plate with ugali
Power cut off, the generator applied as the plan A
It have to be filled up, station with the cash pay
When the sponsors thriving, things go ok
Big support from volunteers,
a new basket for the market day
Imagine of planted trees,
hone the fertilized land with nature
Now, have grown up, cool, breezy,
one year is not a tenure
I see the way to my future, with Umoja I am sure,
I hide myself under it, to make it happen
If my life is in Darkness, Umoja is my Beacon
I am the Umoja’s soldier, forefront as my Icon
I love it during, I can shout it loony
The only place of sending, learning and funny
