Ikute Isikubili
by Imatwa Makena
A giant warrior of our time, the hunter, As his name depicts Once walked this earth, and Traced ingrained foot prints of Lewanika In his pursuit and resolve for what’s right He led the struggle to restore our lost human dignity Harm’s way and panic—fear stopped him not, Against the mighty forces or our conquerors, He risked and stood tall in love of the motherland His resolute reign rocked by turbulences, bred Revolutionaries, devoid of fear, who in turn, dares prison and death In defense of their conscience and zeal for self-determination, His inherent spirit tapped from Mawaniketwa Nakandambo Drove him to pursue liberty and emancipation Consequently, the new thinking emerged, and The spirit of redemption manifested, whilst The wind of freedom took root, when Isikubili sounded the war drums, Like the all might force of the ravaging tsunami The Barotse nation fell under the spell Of Setete sa Liuwa—the extra-ordinary figure The Barotse nation rallied in the course of the cause To re-discover the lost nation, Anyalui, Mufana sae ni muteba Barotseland was his national inheritance The Barotseland Agreement was his resolution As the Great Elephant passed-on Our hearts were broken With million words of praises unspoken As he rests in peace at Ndawana, behind His nation sleeps not In incarcerations and own blood We sacrifice heavily, yet We shall relent and surrender not Till Barotseland is free, free From the bondage of the occupying forces His legacy lives for ever NATU KUMENE MOLYANGE