Letra de Nomvula (after the rain)

Sondela, mhlobo wam
Nali ibali elide; apho kwaqala khona inkathazo -zozo?
Ndakhuliswa nguyise wam, owaswelekelwa esemtsha
NguDarly wakhe, umama wam uEdith Nomvula Thomas Mahola
Sasibathathu kumama wam, ndingowesbini ke mna; umafungwashe katata
Ubhut´ Doc Nceba Mahola
Zang´ alile uyise wam mhla kwakufihlwa umzimba wesithandwa seminyaka
eDon Bosco Kwazakhele, 4 rooms, with a dining-room table eBhayi
Zange balile nabathathu ecamb´ kwengcwaba lakhe
Zandl? ezincinci zalahl´ uthuth´ eluthuthweni singasazi nesizathu
Tyhini na bethuna usishiyil´ uSis´ Nono! Usishiyil´ uSis´ Nono!
Hayini! Azange sayibona intombi enje yakhuliswa yindoda
Dlamini! Abazange bayibona intombi enje yakhuliswa yindoda.
Sondela, mhlobo wam
Nali ibali elide; apho kwaqala khona inkathazo -zozo?

(Come closer my friend
Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started
I was raised by my father
Who was bereaved at a young age by his true darling, my mother
Edith Nomvula Thomas Mahola
There were three of us by my mother, myself the second
The middle child of my father, Bhut´ Doc Nceba Mahola
Never did my father cry, when they hid the body of the love of many years
At Don Bosco; Kwazakhele? four rooms (with a dining room table) in Port Elizabeth
Neither did the three cry at the side of the grave,
Small hands throwing dust to dust not knowing the reason:
Tyhini na bethuna! Sis? nono has left us! Sis? nono has left us!
Hayini!
Never have we seen such a girl raised by a man.
Dlamini!
Never have they seen such a girl raised by a man.
Come closer my friend
Here follows a long tale about where the trouble started)