On the street like a statue she stands all day long,
Njala Abwana please help is her daily song.
Dressed in rags, the sun rises and sets in it's pivot circles
No one has a heart, perhaps they're heartless.
She has no pride to swalllow, nor a mother to follow.
With no dreams to chase, she never sleeps

Call her names, no one cares
She knows no relationship, only with a dirty bin chasing flies
At crossroads she stands, no one points a way.