I am a poor man.

I need money.

I need a job.

Cupboards are empty

and my children are hungry,

I have to put bread on the table.

They must go to school and

universities.

If I don’t have banknotes,

society will shun me out.

They will call me names and not have

a high opinion of me.

My wife will not see my value

and my children will not venerate me.

A man has to provide or I will cease to be a man.

That title will not fit me anymore.

A man’ s beauty is measured by his cows, so they

say.

A man’ s worth is measured by his ability to

provide.

His name will be esteemed when he has silver.

Admiration and respect is what he will get

when his pockets are heavy.

I don’t want to be deemed worthless

by the community and society at large.

I do not want to be called useless.

I need help from you, my people.

I need a job.

I am a poor man and

I need some money.