She grabbed me roughly from my child sleep
And threw me on her back like a sack of mealies
She used to carry from the fields.
Her back was knotted with the hump in her heart
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You have it, yes, expressed very well. Take a heart, and maybe a little laughs reading my poem The Bowing Millenium Miracle of a wholly perfect African setting
Mpho (how do you pronounce that by the way?) you write so well...you are truly talented. I love hearing about other cultures, and places far from my home, although this one made me sad for you. I like the fact that you wrote as though you were a baby recalling the episode. Very talented. Hugs, Dee