Hello our dear one,
Hello our dear Ruhanga,
Hello our dear Mungu,
Hello our dear Chiukwu,
Hello our dear Onyakopon,
Hello our dear Unkulukulu,
Hello our dear Wakwa,
Hello the artisan of our lives!

Just as usual it's us again!
We the grandchildren of Alkebubulan,
We the lovers of hospitality and harmony,
We the innocent souls of the blacks!
The ones you genuinely gave sole rights
over the flora, fauna and every other thing across the land of the lake Nalubaale and the Nile river.

We have for long lived by natural principles,
and have actually tried our level best.
Here we are! Here we are!
Here we are! ... however, badly in need
of your Devine intervention.

Some time back we gave in for foreign
means of praising you for your grace,
hoping for better from them but
unfortunately what we have reaped isn't
what we sowed in generosity,
and so we feel like we have been betrayed, but wish you will forgive us for our recklessness.

As we went on to crave for and practice
their beliefs and rituals we not only forgot our own but also lost our unity and identity,
we lost our capacity to recognize
that they were a green snake in green grass, and...