Ubhalwe ngu: Lupho Ngonyama
Bota Ntlupheko ndikuvile. Ngxatsho buhlwemp’ undingcikivile. Yhini Ntluphek’ undibhengca. Eli nyal’ ubungenakuliquma.
Ntlupheko, undiswelisa abahlobo. Ntluphekho, undilahlel’ isdima Ntlupheko awunanimba.
Kutheni umyek’umama atshintsh’ ulusu liziko? Kuthen’umyek’umama abilis’amanz’eziko? Oh! Ukulala kwam ndilind’ ukutya, kanti ndilind’amanzi Cima mama elo ziko ndibiwe bubuthongo.
Khandlela kutheni uphela? Uthi sikhanyise ngantoni ulithemba nje? Malongwe nani zintsasa niphelela ntoni? Umntu wasemzini ezabon’indlala nje? Mlilo wena ungunobangela kufudumale ekhaya! Kutheni ufun’ubhenc’ umama nje? Kalok mna andazi akhont’ entla. Lamanz’ awabilisa oko. Awazi na liqhinga lokulalisa mna? Ukuze ndingakhali ngendlala.
Suku lwekhrisimesi ufikela ntoni? Usaz’ iinto zokwambatha zinqongophele Into eya ethunjini nay’ inqongophele Ufuna ndibeyintlekisa na?
Ndanele nguwe Ntlupheko! Naw’ uyakubalisa ngam. Kuba nam ndibalisa ngawe. Min’ inye ndimke kuwe ntlupheko. Ndiyek’ uba lukhwekhwe lweNqulo kuwe.
Hello Poverty, I heard about you. Oh no poverty, you made me feel pain. Why are you mocking me? You couldn’t cover up this shame.
Poverty, my friends left me because of you. Poverty, you’ve made me lose my dignity. Poverty, you don’t have a conscience.
Why are you allowing my mother’s skin to be burned by a fire pit? Why are you allowing my mother to boil the water? Oh! I slept while waiting for food. Only to find out I was waiting for water. Mom put out the fire pit and let me sleep.
Candlelight, why are you burning out? What are we going to use as light now, because you are our only hope? Dry dung fuel and firewood why are you burning out? Because visitors will see our hunger. Firewood you brought warmth in this home. Why do you want to embarrass my mother? I know there’s no food. The water that she’s always boiling is an attempt to make me think that she’s cooking food. So, I won’t complain about hunger.
Christmas day why did you arrive? You know that I don’t have clothes to wear. There’s no food to eat as well. You want me to be a mockery?
I’ve had enough of you poverty! You will tell a story about me. As I am also telling my story about you. One day, I will leave you. I will not have your scabs anymore.