I last saw her walking to work with William
Leaving her babies with their sad sickly grandma
Promising them to come back home with Amadumbe

but she never returned
So much has changed without her
Her mother lost the battle of cancer
Her father died a heart broken man

The warm home has gone cold
It has become the lion’s den
Women have been seized their pride and dignity in there
Drug addicts where found swimming in the pool of blood in there

Little sweet Zandile has become the township bicycle
Thabisile is wreaking homes
Thabiso is the drug lord
Uncle Themba worships the brown bottle

Have you seen Bongiwe ?
Tell her to run home