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.


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.