Last night my grandmother came home drunk,
Walking around wilding and singing a strange song,
She found me watching TV, looking at strangely,
She said who are you? Just like she went to her room,
I hear a loud knock around 5am,
Gaegake go and milk the goats, she said,
I pretended to be asleep, but she won't go away,
OK I coming I said angrily, she had interrupted my dream about a hot girl,
I put on my clothes and went to the cooking area,
Good morning I greeted her, she looked at me,
What took you so long was her response,
I didn't waste any time, I went to kraal,
Milked few goats, and went back
I waited for her to finish drinking her tea,
Before I could pour myself a cup,
She has grey hair almost cream white,
Her face had many growths, like a potato garden,
Her face showed struggle, but when she spoke,
She showed no contempt at the work, and offended those sensitive,
You live to die, was her motto, that’s my grandmother...
By Gaegake Motlhanka