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Nomvula walks where rivers are gone— bare feet tracing the dust at dawn. Her shadow stretches across the plain, calling the sky for summer rain. She’s seen the taps run dry in town. Heard the pumps’ last hollow sound. She carries jars past market stalls, past broken pipes, past crumbling walls. Yet she smiles at children’s play— calls the clouds by name each day. Every step through thorn and sand— is a prayer for the thirsty land. Bring the rain. Bring the sound. Bring the life back to the ground. Nomvula walks where rivers are gone— calling the rain to come back home. Nomvula walks till the breaking of dawn— till the clouds reclaim their dome. Woza imvula! Woza! She’s heard the elders tell the tales of rivers wide, of fishing sails. She’s watched the cattle— thin, and weak. Felt cracked earth beneath her feet. Yet she dances when the moon is high, singing loud to the open sky. And maybe one day— the rain will hear the name she calls— so loud, so clear. Bring the rain. Bring the sound. Bring the life back to the ground.
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Nomvula walks where the rivers are gone Bare feet tracing the dust at dawn Her shadow stretches across the plain Waiting for the summer rain She’s seen the taps run dry in town She’s heard the pumps shut down She carries jars past the market stalls Past the broken pipes and the crumbling walls And still she smiles at the children’s games And still she calls the clouds by name Every step she takes through the thorn and sand Is a prayer for the thirsty land Bring the rain, bring the sound Bring the life back to the ground (Nomvula walks where the rivers are gone) Calling the rain to come back home (Nomvula walks till the breaking of dawn) Till the clouds reclaim the dome (Chant: “Woza imvula! Woza!”) She’s heard the elders tell the tales Of rivers wide and fishing sails She’s watched the cattle thin and weak She’s felt the cracked earth at her feet But still she dances when the moon is high Still she sings to the open sky And maybe one day the rain will hear The name she calls so loud and clear
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