Nomvula (After the Rain)-Freshlyground

Sondela mhlobo wam Nali ibali elide apho kwaqala khona inkathazo -zozo Ndakhuliswa nguyise wam owaswelekelwa esemtsha NguDarly wakhe umama wam uEdith Nomvula Thomas Mahola Sasibathathu kumama wam ndingowesbini ke mna umafungwashe katata Ubhut' Doc Nceba Mahola Zang' alile uyise wam mhla kwakufihlwa umzimba wesithandwa seminyaka EDon Bosco Kwazakhele 4 rooms with a dining-room table eBhayi Zange balile nabathathu ecamb' kwengcwaba lakhe Zandl' ezincinci zalahl' uthuth' eluthuthweni singasazi nesizathu Tyhini na bethuna usishiyil' uSis' Nono Usishiyil' uSis' Nono Hayini Azange sayibona intombi enje yakhuliswa yindoda Dlamini Abazange bayibona intombi enje yakhuliswa yindoda. Sondela mhlobo wam Nali ibali elide apho kwaqala khona inkathazo -zozo Come closer my friend Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started I was raised by my father Who was bereaved at a young age by his true darling my mother Edith Nomvula Thomas Mahola There were three of us by my mother myself the second The middle child of my father Bhut' Doc Nceba Mahola Never did my father cry when they hid the body of the love of many years At Don Bosco Kwazakhele Four rooms With a dining room table In Port Elizabeth Neither did the three cry at the side of the grave Small hands throwing dust to dust not knowing the reason： Tyhini na bethuna Sis' nono has left us Sis' nono has left us Hayini Never have we seen such a girl raised by a man. Dlamini Never have they seen such a girl raised by a man. Come closer my friend Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started