At Zomba City, would you mind to hear that
It cooked tears, unseen tears to the bold minds
Dangling in cold eyes of CHANCO, of the university
A look to the eastern sky, we went for our soils
Just to plant a country side, of Malawi
These rural growth centres to the east was the one
Surveyors stood tall, their machine on the ground
To Chitekesa just near by displayed Lake Chirwa
But would you mind to take the cool city
It raised such calm sea to tides of ridges
While the cold sea flown as a bird, tired bird
Two birds were playing, I played emotional game
I played the game of texts from Zomba City
Would you mind on this bed of Zomba city
The story remains in cold eyes of the city
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