Benson Masawa

How beautiful you are,

My mother country,

How pretty you are,

My lovely country,

Blessed are your dwellers,

Who keeps the word peace,

Blessed is your land,

On which every crop grows.

When I pass on your land,

I never stop to wonder,

Hills and valleys,

Wild beasts,

As well as beautiful bids.

Your people's mouths,

Never stop to say karibu,

To all your visitors,

who come to stare at you,

every millisecond that pass.

*karibu means welcome.

      By Benson Sadiki  Masawa.