Call the mother of my children. I am hurt.
I was injured while training the ox.
I thought that this young ox would be like its elders
And yet it ignored its elders’ good examples.
I used to admire it as it fed in the pastures.
Thinking that in the future we would harness it.
Hoping that it will do the ploughing for us.
Everything has gone upside down.
September 22, 2007
“Ndakuvura” by Oliver Mtukudzi
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