Whose heart is tender and kind,
Has gazed her way into my heart.
She whose lips are round like an egg hatched by a nyankole chicken,
Whose smile is like the winding of the river Rwizi,
Has laughed her way into my heart.
For I have been to the city and back,
And seen many girls both dark and light skinned,
But her beauty surpasses all of them.
Her big heart draws me to her African bosom