Lets gather up the lot
We from the west,
Lets fill up our silos.
With maize from the field
We will squeeze ‘obusuma’ within our fingers.
Let our brothers from the rift valley come
From the tiresome day of herding the cattle,
And milk the cows to make ‘mursik’
Lets encamp together and enjoy the supper tonight.
Hail! Hail! Hail!
We welcome all of you from central
Our table is finely decorated with ‘githeri’ for you
Our comrades from the east,
Are coming with “muthokoi’
There will be much joy;
And entertainment from we from the coast
Our wine skins are full of new wine
Feel welcome to the banquet!
Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!
Suddenly the whole place is filled with a fresh misty aroma
We from Nyanza have already boarded a train
Our baskets are full of huge tilapia,
Final destination – To the banquet!
No commotion! No shudder! No envy!
We as one nation, With same purpose – Peace, love, unity.
Lets aim to our goal
In one accord,
Prevent the enemy from realizing our weakness
And fight tribalism,
Not forgetting our northern comrades
There strong bows and arrows will act as security for the banquet,
to arrest any foe among us having a backsliding heart.
All are welcome!