I Have a Home Without a home one is a slave; that will never be my fate. I am not among such people; I have a home, there is a we. I have a home by birth, by rearing, and in death, Called by name Zanzibar! I have a place, I have a people, and my people still have me. From one mother and one father, children of one womb. However you may count us, our numbers can?t be told. We call them Zanzibaris! I am a child of Shengejuu, of Mwera and Mangapwani; This is me, of Mti Mkuu, Mvimbe, and Kinazini; It is me, of Mwanajuu, a lord of Magayani. All of this is Zanzibar! Anywhere I stumble, lift me back to Mikongweni. If the place is full to brimming, drop me in Weyani.

Whether Gando whether Wete, Mwanyanya or Chukwani, Her name is Zanzibar! If I wander in the cities and lands of other peoples, There?s a path that I?m pursuing; I?m called to follow God. Don?t mistake me for a slave, I?m a person with a home. By name it?s Zanzibar! Too Many A million words I cannot speak Are frozen on my tongue; refuse to move; Mired . Ten thousand waves I can?t contain Spread through my limbs; dawn to dusk, I?m overtaken . A thousand signs I can?t point out Appear at every bend; as I walk by, I?m filled with sorrow . A hundred acts I can?t complete Seize me up, impede my gait It?s all for you For you, who have entrapped me In your arms, my face uncrumples When your name is spoken, I am saved Oh, my country! In the Name of My Country In your name, I write a poem. Repeat it, So you?ll know. You, exalted, love of my heart I have no other; none I could accept will appear It is you, my country Mine without question: Mama Zinjibar! Let me be smeared for you, I don?t mind and won?t be shamed Let me be loathed, I will not falter, my heart will not despise I will stand with you; to turn away would be impossible I am yours For ever and ever, Mama Zinjibar! Let me be cursed, I won?t protest, nor will it concern me However you are, I will embrace you; I won?t turn away I was born to you, raised in your cradle, where else would I go? Without you I?d have nothing to hold to, Mama Zinjibar! Let me be beaten, let my blood spill for you, I will be patient Let them jail me; even if I suffer, I won?t change my mind Give me torture, it would be a blessing; I only taste sweetness In your name I grow fat, Mama Zinjibar!.