In the village of the blind like him,
The one eyed man is king.
His heathen intelligence dwells.
His place it’s known as Ga-Molepo.
It’s always being protected by sieved shells.
It’s surrounded by the Lebopo mountain.
No one will judge him,
About his controllability.
His load is like the weight of an elephant,
That’s why they are calling themselves elephant.
When the amazing storm is coming,
As a community we surround him,
Like millions of bees surround the boss.
He looks like a pawpaw tree,
He’ll remain until it disappears.
It would be so:
The evidence of centuries remains.