Mathoa

On their ankles
They tie the ropes
Of the mathowa

Stomping their feet
In harmony with spirits
To the sounds of mathowa

The sun they feel
Burning their souls
Into shadows on rocks

Drenched in sweat
The barren lands
Give illusions of water

Their sorrows are felt in song
But hope is never lost
Amended in borankana

Their ancestors awaken to the sounds
Emating from the semi circle
Of leather cladded warriors

Forming clouds of black
Their anger rumbling above
Splitting the horizon with thunder

Their sorrows are felt in song
But hope is never lost
Amended in Borankana

Clapping their hands
In song and prayer
To the sounds of mathowa

Stomping their feet
In rythm with spirits
To the sounds of mathowa

Drenched in rain
The barren lands
Flow with water

The kralls are filled
The crops they grow
and everyone is happy

Mathowa