'n Skaakspel

the red earth of Africa doesn't cling to my feet like yours

my baby not fastened to my back

my eyes can't look into the sun and know when the rain will come

my fingers do not know the touch of maize leaves

my arms do not know the weight of buckets of water

my skin doesn't feel the touch of the wind caressing my face

you see the mountains and you know them   in your soul

I see them and can only wonder

the secrets that they whisper

are yours to keep