Let it continue.

Up above the peak,  snow whitens
Symbolic of our name,
Multitudes have crossed oceans and seas
To pay homage to the beautiful Rwenzori.

But we have turned our backs to it.
We have pushed out herds up above to eat the vegetation
Slowly we began with the bush burning for expansion of land,
We defiled the trees in search for wood
Have qarried stone for survival
And it is getting back to us.

The nyamwamba cannot hold it
It will burst it's banks and again cries will be heard.
It is our blindness to mother nature,
It fights it's battles in ways we can't forget.

Don't burn that savannah
Cut a tree, plant two..
We can't lose our identity out of our recklessness.
Let the snow continue to flow into the nyamwamba.

Immaculate kabugho.