I am the fruit of infertile soil plant,
So as you are.
Grown big under the heavily circumstances
The fruit of infertile soil plant.

Throughout rough winds
And rainy wind,
Raining heavily and blowing side by side
Forcing me to fall side to side.
But survide in roughness
toughness as am tougher than the storm.
Fruit of infertile soil plant.

Smiling and soaking
in these weatherly winds
Not covered in this winter,
Not comforted
But confronted
As am tested in terms and conditions my friend.
The fruit of infertile soil plant survived in those things my friend.

Wild creatures and wild wars with star - wars
Wildlife conversations occurred around me in my sorrounding,
No one else willing to grow on that infertile soil my dearest friend.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya