My skin is like the mud velds and the rich natal soils.

It’s smoother than the boulders that rest on its tall mountains.

The hair on my skin blows about like the lush green vegetation in a sweltering summer breeze.

My brown eyes glisten like the muddy water pits where the animals drink.

My coiled hair is as thick as the bushy velds.

I am a beautiful seed of this wonderful nation, a daughter of this soil.