Ode Of Mother Mphizi Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Oh, sons of Mphizi and daughters
Close to your mother you are
Mopping and cleaning your land
O' great ancenstral bath tab
Vomiting your basin of steam

Just a couple of miles from the tarmac
Going down the rocky strip of marks
Bear, ontop of the tree around
Only the journey smiles
O'great mother of summerland

You come from the spring head
so hot, slipping down the cold sea
Swash, swash and back swash
Malawi lake receives your hand
Oh, mother of the blessed land

Agentle warm bath from your nature
Underground is your root
And with this ready made bath
You prepare to yuor children, adesire
Oh, gread sons of mphizi and daughters
Sniff your mopping and cleaning on the land

Oh, great mother of hotsprings
Settled along time ago
To absorb birds in the garden
As sun rises, grows and die
Every day you bring happiness
In the inseperable china of mother Mphizi