Belt up, the journey is about to start,
We’re headed to the windward side of the sacred mountain,
Home of the most valuable black coffee on earth,
The land of mumbi, god of Kirinyaga,

Why is my neighbour’s cork ever crowing at midnight?
Why are you locking out male members of your clan?
Scared of your intriguing deeds when the night falls,
Your male counterparts are fleeing away like hungry grasshoppers,

There’s a dull sky over your aesthetic little heads,
Learn to lower down your voices when papi is talking,
It’s a gesture that will keep your forefathers happy,
Then peace shall dominate again in the hill side,

They say your love for potatoes is incomparable,
So do your sumptuous bowl of mokimo with a cup of soup,
I overheard that your motivation comes from the sound of a falling coin?
That’s how unique they’re, the beautiful daughters of Mumbi.