By Oxley Zandile Kuboni
Dawn breaks, it’s another working day
I jump into my overalls – duty calls
Take off, bare-handed. How long will I last?
The thought fills the empty hole in my stomach
That this day too shall come to pass
Hop into a taxi
With one thing on my mind
Survival of my family
For one thing I strive,
No matter what the circumstances
My little ones’ existence
Another day goes by
Another week, another month
Soon, it’s a strike
We want a living wage
The more things change
The more they stay the same
How will I ever break
The cycle of poverty
When all I earn is a slave wage?
When all I get goes straight
From hand to mouth?
Oxley Zandile Kuboni is a Numsa member at VWSA.