My mother died
8 years ago, ago, ago,
My siblings cried
8 years ago, ago, ago.
God said: 'Die you must!
8 years ago, ago, ago;
The Lord said: 'Come ye to dust! '
8 years ago, ago, ago.
Anger plus grief stirred my heart
8 years ago, ago, ago;
I sadly sat in my smoky hut,
8 years ago, ago, ago.
My dreams for her fast flew away,
8 years ago, ago, ago;
My needles sunk in stacks of hay:
8 years ago, ago, ago.
My hope and pride disappeared
8 years ago, ago, ago;
Shame and insecurity re-appeared:
8 years ago, ago, ago.
I felt dejected as a wet hen:
8 years ago, ago, ago;
I came across troubles ten:
8 years ago, ago, ago.
Comfort Ndlovu
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