— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Richmond Winga
Little by Little
Little by Little
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For my legs walk as if they don’t want,
For I throw steps but never reach far,
Just shivering after shivering of my knees,
Whirlwind can even carry me away.
We are both born with dreams,
But why mine wishes never get fulfilled,
Perhaps I should first sing my grandma’s song,
Be praying, be praying and you shall be given.
Like a chameleon I will still crow,
It’s little by little let’s not be afraid,
For we all are not the failures,
Crow, crow till we reach the pick of life.
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(Translated from Ngonde by Kaitano Simwaka)
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For my legs walk as if they don’t want,
For I throw steps but never reach far,
Just shivering after shivering of my knees,
Whirlwind can even carry me away.
We are both born with dreams,
But why mine wishes never get fulfilled,
Perhaps I should first sing my grandma’s song,
Be praying, be praying and you shall be given.
Like a chameleon I will still crow,
It’s little by little let’s not be afraid,
For we all are not the failures,
Crow, crow till we reach the pick of life.
….
(Translated from Ngonde by Kaitano Simwaka)
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