It’s been a year since she passed away.
Today her parents are playing songs,
And they are crying tears of joy
Because her passing would make them rich!
They are going to accept gifts from various people,
While their child is lying down in the soil.
Lifting soil with her own chest,
But to those who are left behind,
There is nothing.
They are drinking alcohol
And eating meat now.
Indeed
Death is Stokvel for our people.
I’ve never seen other people do such
And I never see other people buy expensive coffins
When their loved ones die.
All these things happen to us
Because we want to show off.