In needful pain
We wait for an answer...

Berna, Berna, Berna my sister-o!
Ayaya...

Is it love between us
When you fear me...

Is pride power?
Think of that woman...

This is a black country,
Many souls are black with the soil...

In my quiet moments
I write...

My foes are all round me
Try to hem me in...

You are my sister,
African woman...

Mama, what must you have been thinking
As the plane entered the marsh...

It was his confirmation day,
The priest was fervent...

Sometimes I saw my blood
Drain out at the prick of a needle...

When the heart heaves
And air is let out...