You parting us in destitute of your love
Grannie of the soil, greetings?
You turned our dark lives effulgent,
Giving our lives purpose.
You withstood by our mischievous,
And through you, we've grasped some light,
Hail woman of iron, your name is hope.
Bygone a number of seasons, you were in our ages,
Your industrious prowess and determination, stemmed success in us
For your relentless dedication of us to God, you made us succeed
Calling aloud your name we try,
Can't you answer? , Even once?
Try.
Like the ascending of a jet, so departed your clean soul
Not to be seen again, till we meet in paradise
A derisive world we live,
Tears, tears, tears.
Hail woman of iron, your name is hope.
In memory of grannie nyanduko

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