I’m from a place where the road is dusty
Where it turns into mud when the hard rain has visited

I’m from a place where the houses are built with mud
Where it’s also the rats’ home

I’m from a place where starvation depends on crops
Where corn is for breakfast
Where sweet potato and AmaDumbe are for lunch
Where homemade beans are for supper

I’m from a place where witchcraft is on a high level
Where you are bewitched for your intelligence

I’m from a place where water is scarce
Where the river is empty
Where the taps don’t pour anything for weeks