He used to call me ngoanaka oa mafat’se
Ke sa tsebe hore one day o tla be ase teng mofat’se
He had the disease swirling inside of him mofet’se
O ne a re ke set’soana se mali a matle
Athe he was fighting a losing battle
His love was so special
And that made me feel really essential
All the time when I was there
And he hardly ever was
I kept it together ‘cause love to me, it was
All my friends used to tell me that I was dumb
But they didn’t know he made all my senses numb
When his cremated body was scattered from the urn by the seashore
I knew he was gone for sure!
This enormous venom that engulfed his being was never cured
The pain of losing him had me tortured