Sitting on my gran's stoep
Counting my last few coins
Waiting on your arrival
You promised today was the day
The day when you make me yours
Yours to love
Yours to care for
Four hours goes by and you still not near
Was it a lie?
Should I cry?
Maybe he's still counting the money,
I tell myself
Two more hours and the two of us
Are still not together
Waiting on your uncles
Anxiety getting the best of me
Take me now,I'm tired of living
Without you
But your lobola (dowry)
Seems to be delaying us
