For you will fall and rise no more.
Lightening have lightened up the productive land,
But many will visit you after your death;
And today she is in love with another man.
A person who cannot learn is not part of me,
So lert us preserve the integrities of our elders;
And like the burial and the funeral rites of our cultures,
Because your love echoed to me last night!
I stood and looked but you were nowhwere to be found,
Not even your footsteps were able to be traced;
For your shadow of love was gone forever,
But i am the beauty of love brewed in the African pot.