Some say women are rock “imbokondo”
but my mom was not that rock
my mother is a reason why I suffer
I don’t know which feeling I feel for you mom
but it not love
it can’t be love
I remember when you made love to the men you brought home from the club in my presence
you didn’t even try to hide it from me
I was young
I used to have dreams on my mind
but all those dreams are gone.