The sky was overcast.
The children were putting away their school supplies while Mother Sula tidied the room.
When she opened the window of the room, she saw those black clouds and said:
You came before your time
You’re black, I know what you carry with you
Carrying the whiteness that spreads peace
You came before your time
Children will be happy to visit you
They play and skate on your whites
They make a shape of their father holding an egg The egg may break one day if its key is lost Kibal winter came I have waited a long time hoping the money will come back Your heart is full of regret You helped someone who asked for help He asked for help and you gave him all your money and keys Betrayal and theft are their clothes Enjoy your money We are in cold, misery and suffering Forgive me for that crying When you said you didn’t know how to hold your key