The morning study at school begins,
I go to Mokwatedi,
With no transport
I come late,
I stay far.
Other learners come early,
Hence they come with transport.
When I’m on the road,
in an hours’ time,
The usher would rattle the brass bell,
In the school,
And the silent would be shaken to bits,
As I’m late.
When I arrive at gate,
The gates are closed,
And the doors of classrooms are close too.
When I look at the windows,
No one sees me.
They will see me when it is break time,
And teachers unlock for me to get in,
And ask me why I came late this time.