The Key by Consolate Kasongo Ngoy (Malaika)

I am the key to life,

A happiness of life,

A misfortune of life

if I am forgotten.

By putting a lot of objects,

And your life will be in danger

And you will feel your life moved.

The labyrinths of this key

Starts at an early age.

For a plant prepared

on the misfortune of our elders,

Keyless plants,

The call is to go for it

For wise fruits

We must be serious

In trying to be happy

During the whole pilgrimage.

For a good landing.

Give up laziness

So as not to chase wealth

And to condemn poverty

And to have me,

you have to respect these conditions,

So as not to travel in bad situations.