Could I manage to be here?
I miss my home
Everything is so fast here
The people walk so fast, oh my God my mind will bust
Wat gaan aan, I do not understand this language
Fighting with guns frightens me, I used to knobkierie
The way people dress here, I am so ashamed
Ladies are dancing on the tables that is morally wrong, tables are meant for food
Guys value no women
You offer to buy me a drink and in return you want something
No! No! No that is not how we do things
Am being stereotyped, but I am not used to this that’s the problems
People have respect for me because I respect myself