The little is the best

At Pietermaritzburg I came
A home away from home
Met love from brothers and sisters
but introduced by Magcwabe

Thuli walked me to school like a pre-scholar full of curiousity
Gave me a smile of two lovers
I forgot the next sorrow's sorrow to torture my excitement
I wanted to give up and get back home but I did not fade to the promises you forgot

A lover without relationship conditions
Sister without my blood genes
I worship the smile you share
For you may never know the battles we encounter
but thanks mshana I shiver to word out my words for they are too immatured to honour your deeds