Comments about Tjizembua Tjikuzu
When I can no longer feel the breeze upon my skin,
When the angels in heaven have ceased to sing
The graceful melodies that they sang through my life,
When the air in my lungs can no longer sustain my lifeless self.
When the cracks had torn the wall of the Hardap Dam
And water came out gushing like an untamed horse.
When the white Brahman cow no longer comes home
And when the cows in the kraal no longer have milk.
When their milk in their ducts have turned to yellow powder
That runs out of the nipple and mocks and laughs at me
While running down the hot ...