"Say No To Corruption" is a collaboration between Xenson and two winning bands of the 2011 Fair Play Anti-Corruption Youth Voices competition.

Artists: Samson Ssenkaaba (Uganda), Mauricio Osorio (Colombia), Robert Arno (Vanuatu), Faber Agudelo (Colombia), Cesar Valencia (Colombia), Julio Angel (Colombia), Oscar Franco (Colombia). Produced by Jesse Bukindu and organized by anticorruptionmusic.

Song Lyrics:
Intro; All of humanity,let us get together,fight,defeat and wipe out corruption. Verse Corrupt thugs,corrupt thugs,corrupt thugs Corrupt thugs too many bottom to top They rob and rob at will it's a top job They rob and rob until jaws drop Non questions intentions of their cruel actions Yet they steal from the nation's state coffers What belongs to citizens,the tax payers Savings meant for development,education and health care His Kafuluness Zzinja,I shout out loud Calling in entirety all of humanity United,spiders can tie up elephants into obscurity Come out,come out,come out like millipede legs Come out let's form a united and mighty global force With no remorse fight,defeat and wipe out These corrupt thugs,corrupt thugs,corrupt thugs.

King of the Peasant - His Kafuluness
(song is about Anti-corruption)

Video Synopsis:
The video is set in Kabale, Southern Uganda. Kiga Dancers are choreographed to dance in a circle. The circle is the king's area of jurisdiction. They are painted by an artist (Xenson) to create synergy between art, music, dance and the drumbeat. The body paint depicts symbols that portray various social and cultural themes like war, endurance, unity, wisdom, fighting, triumph etc. This forms a backdrop for the king of peasant to advise his people. (source: www.anticorruptionmusic.org)

Song Lyrics:
VERSE ONE Good morning fellow peasants/ Hope you are feeling freedom/ I'm zinja leader of this land/ I want peace in this land/ Sons under our sun no rebels no guns/ It's all gotta be fun/ But first since it's the norm I wanna see all the wives / Kneeling and greeting and the men/ Picking up pots and going down to the well/ Some grinding some millet and pounding some g. nuts meant for mushroom luwombo/ Others cooking matooke/ And the rest and the men you go digging and weeding and planting/ Hunting and cattle keeping/ But no and no smuggling glittering gold from DRC/ Plus the bloody conflict diamonds/ Please avoid indulging in risky armed struggles/ In case of disagreements like the civilized/ Peasants initiate proper peace talks/And don't propagate hate it just breeds violent hatred/ Celebrate mutual triumph over selfish individual ego/ Fly high in the sky like an eagle. CHORUS King of peasant, Zinja nze ndagidde (four times) VERSE ONE Good morning fellow peasants/ Hope you are feeling freedom/ I'm zinja leader of this land/ I want peace in this land/ Sons under our sun no rebels no guns/ It's all gotta be fun/ But first since it's the norm I wanna see all the wives / Kneeling and greeting and the men/ Picking up pots and going down to the well/ Some grinding some millet and pounding some g. nuts meant for mushroom luwombo/ Others cooking matooke/ And the rest and the men you go digging and weeding and planting/ Hunting and cattle keeping/ But no and no smuggling glittering gold from DRC/ Plus the bloody conflict diamonds/ Please avoid indulging in risky armed struggles/ In case of disagreements like the civilized/ Peasants initiate proper peace talks/And don't propagate hate it just breeds violent hatred/ Celebrate mutual triumph over selfish individual ego/ Fly high in the sky like an eagle. CHORUS King of peasant, Zinja nze ndagidde (four times) VERSE TWO How is pruning and weeding/ Bees are still pollinating/ Do you need some hoes and slashers? / When do you anticipate the harvest? / Where are the kids?/ Still playing hide and seek?/ Please call those kids because they have to feed/ Grown ups it's after the noon/ Time for lunch time siesta/ Hey do not forget / These selfish greedy leaders who raise their pays/ Yet they dose in their seats/ These shameless hypocrites preach fake politics/ To critics, the clergy and clerics/ Peasants and potential voters/ Spreading useless propaganda/ Then rebel as result winners/ Reversing views confusing voters/ Reason I'm unable choosing between devil rebel evil/ Peasants be aware of the troubles/ Caused by this infamous treble/ Diggers digging in the garden won't be a burden/ If you are laden with this info/ So get ready for the harvest for the feast/For the greatest celebration in this village of no nonsense/ Of say-it-as-it-is peasants. VERSE THREE This is the greatest harvest/ Thanks a lot and please get some rest/ Be ready for the feast/ Harvesters gather around/ For the fire place discourse/ Discuss me as a zinja/ Reason I hold this mic tight/ I just might like peasants / To know what it's like to hold this mic tight/ Spit some conscious insight/ You too stand up and fight for your basic human rights/ You too choose responsible leaders/ Dare them to deliver what they preach and promise peasants/ No remorse of course the course of action is the next election/ Till then celebrate the feast/ I wanna see everyone of you/ Merry making, drinking eating/ Drumming and clapping and chanting/ Jumping and your muscles aching/ Sweating and screaming and swaying/ Shaking and twisting your waist/ Like you possess no bones/ Dance raise the village dust/ Dance till the break of dawn/ It's morning again wake up let's do it again/ Hey do not forget/ Dliiii dliiii dliiii dliiii

Muwe Blow
(song is about Fighting for our rights)

Video Synopsis:
The politician is a liar, always promising ‘air’ so as to be elected in a position of leadership. He then turns against the views of the people and instead becomes corrupt. He is such a confused fellow; he spends the stolen funds on booze and women as his family and kids starve at home. A comical Dikula represents ‘Capo’, the corrupt politician. He steals public funds and uses them for his selfish individual needs. Young people are the future. They are empowered to fight corruption and other ills of society. Boxing gloves are used as a symbol of a determined and unwavering fight against corruption and other ills of society. The young people leave no stone unturned as they chase the corrupt politician everywhere he goes ensuring that the cancer is completely boxed out. K.O style.

Song Lyrics:
VERSE ONE: False politician confides into us with a convincing manifesto / He orates he is learnt, stinking rich, the sole competent candidate 4 the vacant seat / That we overwhelmingly vote him into the power position That he will uphold the constitution and foster national development / That he will over see the construction of roads, schools and hospitals / But when he is voted into the power position / He folds his manifesto and goes against the views and will of the people He grows wings, becomes egocentric and an untouchable dictator / Stealing from government coffers amassing amazing wealth / At the expense of poor tax payer and poverty eradication / He rides in expensive 4 wheel drives, SUV’s called prados / Yet his people suffer from abject poverty and poor medical facilities / You don’t believe me, just pass through the ghettos and villages / Witness the appalling condition of disenfranchised communities / A living testimony to the sad effects of corruption and bad governance / So my dear concerned citizen, if you meet such a politician, / Vote him out; let him feel the pinch like a blow, Dshh Dshh VERSE TWO: Today I passed through a visibly dilapidated town / Many disgruntled youth enthusiastically applauded my anti corruption crusade / But were of the view that I halt it and give the corrupt official a chance / I suggested we ask the corrupt official if he represents the views of the people / Eh you ‘Capo’ do represent the views of the electorate and the youth? / Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh / You see the ‘Capo’ no longer cares about the electorate or you the youth Just vote him out, let him feel the pinch like a blow Dshh Dshh / When you visit this corrupt politician’s home He is disorganized, irresponsible and mistreats his wife After tirelessly embezzling lots of public funds day and night / He returns home empty handed instilling fear into his wife / The afraid and fear stricken wife doesn’t seem to care if he returns or not / She welcomes him with a gloomy face instead of cold water from the pot / On his return she asks for a new Busuti as a provocation / Hoping he will feel ashamed and change his evil ways but he will not / Dear corrupt official’s wife, why continue to bare the wrath of that bastard / Just vote him out, let him feel the pinch like a blow Dshh Dshh VERSE THREE: Double standard wife, you seem to stand by your husband in every circumstance / You could even stake your right hand to be chopped off without resistance / You withstand hand blistering hardships sending mixed reactions / Your skin has badly depreciated yet you continue to bare unbearable mistreatment / When friends tell you the truth your face stiffens with discontentment / You look at concerned parties in disagreement and with the intention of punity Until you learn of your beloved corrupt husbands’ extra marital affairs / Unworthy prostitutes endlessly spend your man’s embezzled public funds / Yet he bitterly complains of lack of money for food and fees for kids / But will easily pull out hundreds of shillings whenever he sees a creature in a skirt / He enters bars like a pumped up balloon and immediately all drinks are on him Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz / Blind folded woman, what are you doing with an irresponsible, immoral, confused / Corrupt cheating politician of a husband who swings from woman to woman / Unselectively buzzing like Measles with no regards for humanity / Just vote him out, let him feel the pinch like a blow Dshh Dshh