WHEN I WILL HAVE MONEY

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali When my pockets, pockets money The mouse will surely chase the cat Her soul will be under siege With tears of love in her eyes To my ears she will cry out Whispering she loves me When money rules my pockets One weekend in totality will be ours Love madness will conquer us The hospitality will be the breeze on Sapitwa peak When I will have money Surely that weekend I will be her commander in chief Together we will buy packed meals Together we will board a taxi Alighting at a hotel Rolling out our weekend There our weekend will end