Here begins the tale non-ending ,
The spiritual train picking the gift and the gifted ,
The reborn of sleepless nights
And the burping of candle lights,
The pains unbearable, the screams atinuable .

There begins a sweet sauced test of spirituality ,
The fementing of isthunywa .
The ‘IT’ of all midnight realms ,
I call it the ghotham of Anathokokoziswa,
The awakening of Abomhloniswa .
What protrudes before your eyes is non only the color or phenomena ,
It beats through the basement of ub’thongo ,
To thee given ,
Abantu boMnoto,Abogogo nabo Khokho ,
It’s de la routa to seeres,the mediums ,the umatwetwes ,
All the inventers and the representatives , the constituents of Aficanas .

To Amdawus ,Inzunzas Nkanyambas ,Abalozis ,
Behold abantwana BoMoya ,
This too it’s a music to your ears ,