Our time has come, we all draw near,
Our precious Sesethu will come this year.
A brand new, tiny, beautiful life,
Entering a brand new world of strife.
She’ll learn with us, through turmoil and pain;
Learn the best splashing puddles come after rain.
She’ll learn to dance and learn to sing;
Oh, the life and joy she’ll bring.
She’ll learn that life belongs not to one;
That we need each other to share the fun.
She’ll learn not I, nor me, nor you,
But rather ours, our precious Sesethu.