It’s all questions without answers
Yet our people fought
When shall we feel safe
It’s sad to be living in this world
Have we committed any sin by being woman or do we hold no value
Are we there yet
To say we experience fruits of freedom
Is this where we say all shall be done
Indoda must but what about our protection
Why must we choose what to wear carefully
Must we never trust any men
It’s sad to live like fugitive
But rights and responsibilities are taught
Will we ever feel safe when a man say “ngwanaka”
Do we trust them to run errands from them
What about that scary look
Are we there yet
Enjoying the fruits of hard labour
When will this GBV stop
We have voices and we say
“Kwanele”
Why do I have to give my body first
So I get the protection I need
Why can’t l tell umzali about this
Even if I do will they believe me
Won’t I be the black sheep of the family
It’s painfull to live in fear
If I talk will I be alive the next day
What will I eat when I tell on him
Will I ever get the love I deserve
Won’t I be that spoilt brat
Will I move from those words
And all the criticising
I don’t think I can stand that
Is it worth being a woman
Will I see that value in me
Oh no the pride is all gone
Hence we die slowly down
Is the the freedom we expected
Are there yet
To say this is freedom
We all want and prayed for
It’s all gone the laughter
We just living a bitter life
Them we trusted for protection
Turn to be the vultures
Even small footsteps
Makes one wonder if they will survive
Will they get to see another day
It’s all questions
We praying for a better world
If we can’t escape the cruelty of the world
We can at least seek help from God