🎶 Ngalula_Born Upon the Journey.
Tempo Moderate 120 BPM/Acoustic Nylon string Guitar, Spanish style, five-finger classical style /Minimalist /Afro-Cuban undertone *vox_Male_SekLoso_Soul with Spanish rural accent *No _No_Female Vocal_No *Crystal Clear sounds and vocals
🎶 Ngalula_Born Upon the Journey.
Tempo Moderate 120 BPM/Acoustic Nylon string Guitar, Spanish style, five-finger classical style /Minimalist /Afro-Cuban undertone *vox_Male_SekLoso_Soul with Spanish rural accent *No _No_Female Vocal_No *Crystal Clear sounds and vocals
Lyrics
[Intro – humming “Ng–Ng–a–lu–la… Ng–a–lu–la…” with tribal shouts “Heh! Eh mama!” handclaps + conga]
Verse 1
I met her in a Bangkok manor, secret in the night,
Her laughter filled the old house, her smile a flame so bright.
She came with her mother, queenly, kind and true,
Their voices lit the shadows, like morning breaking through.
Chorus
Oh Ngalula… my African girl,
Innocent laughter, shining pearl.
Shy little glance, strong body divine,
Bursting in jeans, the beauty is mine.
She cooks, she sings, she tends the cow,
Earth and rain, I feel it now.
Like baby elephant she plays so free,
Like cheetah she runs, her leopard eyes on me.
Oh I surrender… to my African girl,
Oh Ngalula… fire of my world.
[Crowd chants: “Eh mama! Heh! Oh no no!” with drums + claps]
**[Instrumental Break – soukous sebene guitar solo, whistles, playful shouts “Heh!” “Ng–Ng–Ng–a–lu–la!”]]
Verse 2
Her name is Ngalula… born upon the way,
A child of journeys… hope for a new day.
I say it with my nose, with air and with my song,
She laughs “Wow!” and knows… we both belong.
[Playful tongue clicks “tsk tsk” + background laughter]
Chorus
Oh Ngalula… my African girl,
Innocent laughter, shining pearl.
Shy little glance, strong body divine,
Bursting in jeans, the beauty is mine.
She cooks, she sings, she tends the cow,
Earth and rain, I feel it now.
Oh I surrender… to my African girl,
Oh Ngalula… fire of my world.
[Chorus repeats with female backing vocal “Ngalula… Ngalula…” echoing softly]
Verse 3
Foothills of Kilimanjaro, cool winds never die,
Coffee trees and gardens, reaching to the sky.
Thai hands in Africa, planting seeds of gold,
Harvesting the stories, waiting to be told.
Organic beans, sweet fruits of rain,
Homestay kitchen, joy and pain.
Thai crafts woven, with local art,
A home in Africa, a brand-new start.
Chorus – Extended
Oh Ngalula… my African girl,
Innocent laughter, shining pearl.
Oh I surrender… to my African girl,
Oh Ngalula… fire of my world.
[Chorus repeats half tempo, handclaps and percussion rising, chants: “Ohhh Ngalula! Heh! Heh!”]
Bridge
Children of the dream, children of the sky,
Half angel, half monkey, with laughing eyes.
Five daughters shining, with names of flame:
Ngalewa, Ngalina, Ngamira, Ngataya, Ngasira – we call their name.
[Choral chant – group repeating daughters’ names in rhythm, with claps, whistles, and djembe]
Women of the heart, women of the flame,
Women of the journey, carrying her name.
All from the lioness, fierce and true,
My Ngalula… my hallelujah.
Ending
I have a farm in Africa, I’ve become the land,
With the people, with the soil, I forever stand.
In the corner of my fields, where the cattle roam,
Lies the family graveyard, my eternal home.
My bones with the animals, in the earth I’ll stay,
Beside my love, my Ngalula, till the end of days.
[Outro – acoustic guitar fades, jungle night sounds, soft humming “Ng–Ng–a–lu–la…” dissolves into silence]