we were in Que
to get queries,
about the emails we received.
I was behind her, as she was told,
the news she couldn't hold.
She left with her head bowed down,
shoulders falling down,
like tear drops.
i was called, and i went,
as i WAS tall, my knees i bent,
to peep at the devil,
behind the counter,
who seemed to manage to take everyone's happiness.
The same terrible news i was told,
that there is an increase in my fees,
how can i pay more,
if can not pay less.
i left the fees office,
with a frown face,
praying for god grace,
to put my heart at peace,
i walked comforting myself
that i was not the only one.
as nothing wrong we have done
i fell into tears,
thinking of how to tell my dears,
for this news they cant bear
yes bursaries i applied
none ever replied
nsfas one i received
pity they were out of funds
src payed my upfront fees
no books, no internet source
to write online homework's and assignment
i never knew about online tutorials till second block
my peers mock
as they see me struggling and stumbling
deregistering is the best option,
cause dimmer and dimmer is my vision.
as i see my mission failing,
to my grandmothers hut,
is were i go back too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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