Early in the morning I heard the sound of a chicken, woke up and went there. To a place called work by many and making a living by few.
There where I create future structures with present planned drawings. We did them all.
I held a brick in hand and made a wall for tall building,
Made gravel road smooth,
Among many workers I was one who helped that pole stand for electricity,
We took light on our forehead to the long, deep and hard crake rock, they became rich and I was there.
I was there with them we worked,
I was there to create, make and learn.
I was there, I remember it all, I was there.
Now I'm here left with memories, I smile when I take memory line.
I was there. Poet Matlapa Maphologela
Thy poem dear poet.Is wonderfully about us.By one of us.Well done you make us proud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Pheko