The yesterdays that cannot leave,
You were both mum and dad,
You did both the spanking and the talking,
You were the best and all I had.
Then, aunty Caro came to cart our money away,
You started drinking our moments away,
No more ijapa t'iroko' stories, *
My rocking chair ceased to be your knees,
Still, I knew you loved me.
One Christmas morning,
I saw your passport in the tree,
Surprised at the gift Santa brought,
I realized you had decided to end it all,
All I had left was the "you" you left
