When that day dawns,
When I go to the skies
Please do not mourn for me
As if I never lived here enough,
Crying will set me enclosed in grief
And sorrow for leaving those I called family.

When I am gone!
Bury me near lake Bunyonyi,
So that in my leisure time I go swimming and fishing
I want to always watch
the beautiful scenery of the lake,
Birds singing for me in the mornings and evenings.

When I am gone!
Drum and dance songs of praise
Not eulogies and elegies of grief.
Grieving atmospheres shall weaken me
and fail me in lying in peace,
Seeing those I called family sinking in agony and despair
As if they won't see me again
Forgetting that judgement day, awaits all of us.

Finally, when I am gone
Do not backbite me,
Do not scorn me
Do not take me to church,
for I fear that my Godly days
shall have wholly ended
When my day dawns!

© Ankwasa Harlord