Comfort Ndlovu

My mother died
7 years ago, ago, ago,
My siblings cried
7 years ago, ago, ago.

God said: 'Die you must!
7 years ago, ago, ago;
The Lord said: 'Come ye to dust! '
7 years ago, ago, ago.

Anger plus grief stirred my heart
7 years ago, ago, ago;
I sadly sat in my smoky hut,
7 years ago, ago, ago.

My dreams for her fast flew away,
7 years ago, ago, ago;
My needles sunk in stacks of hay:
7 years ago, ago, ago.

My hope and pride disappeared
7 years ago, ago, ago;
Shame and insecurity re-appeared:
7 years ago, ago, ago.

I felt dejected as a wet hen:
7 years ago, ago, ago;
I came across troubles ten:
7 years ago, ago, ago.