Poem hii nimeipata kwenye Facebook page ya Isangula: https://www.facebook.com/isangulak/posts/10150575537726768?notif_t=like WELCOME TO TANZANIGHTE Welcome to Tanzanighte, that is not so far away Where we sing and play, songs of the dead . Where the dark skinned toddlers, shyly clothed Amusements of self, ignorantly, in shadows of success. A mysterious kingdom, of the have and have not Brimming with mystery and rustic enchantment. Whistling our cries, in the ears of the deaf Welcome brothers, welcome sisters Welcome to the Kingdom, a land of lost souls Where peace dwells, where the poor settlers A land of the hopeless, Where defenders of ruthlessness, Hunted like ghosts Cursed like sorcerers, Perish, like they never existed The land of legends Ubiquitous tales The land of jewelry In its scattered abundance With a splendor and gold. The Land of mountains Waters of its inseparable soul mate The land of wild precious World wanderer's dwellings The land of purity and blessings Where owners are enslaved Welcome one and all To the place where the giants Brilliantly carry on success games Welcome to Tanzanighte! COPYRIGHT@Isangula,2012 Mkubwa Hongera sana kwa utunzi wako. Mtu akisoma haraka haraka hawezi kuelewa unamaanisha nini japo hiyo ndiyo hali halisi ya Bongo 'Giants brilliantly carry on success games' wakati sisi wa chini ndo hivyo tena!