I don’t know

Whether i will trust him again

It was a holiday season

Everyone wearing colorful clothes

Sun was shining outside

Like it’s a Christmas

Right after Ramogolo’s funeral

My uncle came to me

Asking me about my life well-being

I told him everything it’s good

Until he interrogated to know

Whether I’m I telling truth

I said sometimes life becomes raw

And he said don’t be afraid to ask me

Then I began to ask for favours and it was good

After a while he insisted me

To ask him anything in anytime

After 3 months I heard him saying

Don’t rush me because I don’t owe you

To me I don’t have uncle anymore

Because I don’t trust him anymore