Zingina, this song is for you
The pretty young maid
You that sets our village on fire,
Fire of desire and lust
You whose dance paint many pictures
On the minds of hungry men
The village square is your stage
And when the drums go beating
You throw your arms up the sky,
Twist your waist till the beads shake,
Calling out to the men who sat watching
You turn majestically, now and then
And the beads, green, red, blue
Follow your strong lead
The drums beat away
From the valleys one can hear,
From the riverside many heard
And from the village square people yell
For when the rhythm change
It was because you made a new move!
You took steps, one at a time
Showing thighs strong like rubber
Yet very soft as a chocolate wax
Each night you danced in the square
Men sleep, sighing through the night
