My heritage

My_poem and let me not be lost I am the greatest of the Mabulas, the thobola seanamarena, the people of the boy Mogoru diobejana, who say the king's sword should try to stab, they say the spear to stab the brother Matheba a diopong. They say home is home to the bird of prey. They say they are the people of Mmageng Mosebjana. They were born to a molatadi, a young man from Manthole. Their grandmother says; I am a farmer of corn, brother of Mašupya and Mokoba of hands. He says I am the owner of the grain, I love the laughter. He says about being me the resident of the fields. That is the child of MORWATHOKE, he is stabbing the cockroach, just like the spear in the seventh of the sepeke. He says I am the father of mathari, I am the party. He says I should really cry for the Rantikwane man. He said please I beat someone mafena. He says I cry for someone we don't know. He says I am the child of the dish of kings followed by kings. He says I am not crying to rule. He said please I am crying to win. He says this kingdom belongs to his brother Matheba a diopong. He says in my hometown the bird takes it wisely.