I never forget my days
I never forget
The Dry bulla and the bread
The butter-pan with
Sugar and water
That never left my head
The dumpling and butter
Playing in dirty water running
from the gutter
Or even bathing in the rain
That used to be my
Only shower
going to school
It was only
Fried dumplings and bag juice
A little exercise book and a
piece of pencil
In my knapsack that was
on my back.
Sometimes I felt so blue,
because my grandmother
Could not afford a pair of
shoes
Those were my days
So there`s no need for anyone
to envy me
When you see me acting with
pride and dignity
Most of my life growing up
I had no TV
But if I go to my
Neighbor`s house
My grandmother would
Beat me.
Whenever I looked on
My feet, I can`t help
But smile
Because they did some
Very hard work
Growing up as a child
My grandmother could not afford
bus fare
So wherever we`re going
We had to make up our minds
To walk a few long miles
Those were the days
But there`s a very important role
That poverty played:
I have learnt a lot, and
It taught me
How to appreciate life in good
and bad days
I`m still not rich, but I’ve
come a long way
I have accomplished many things
In my life today
Porridge without milk or bush
tea without sugar
At nights when time is hot
The wind outside was all we got
I never forget
Going to church
Only a few coins
My grandmother could bring
Because she could not find
enough to pay her tithing
When church was through, the
elders and deacons
Would overlook you and shake
the hands
Of those who are richer
Than you
Because all those things are
A part of me
Night and day I used to pray
For the heavenly father
To rescue us
I was never bound for
destruction
Because deep down I knew
My life was under construction
