Every picture deeply reminds me of you
My love for you has become as fresh as dew
Your demise gave my life an empty hue
But I long for the day He'll make all things new!

You left without a last embrace
Before I could see a last smile on your face
My heart bleeds; my eyes tear
Every moment, I long for you to be near.

This heart is restless till it rests in you
Till the day you make all things new
Till I see you face in divine light
Till I hold Dad so tight!

You seat at the right of the Father
I want your love and no other
Lead me kindly, supply thy grace
Till I join you in that heavenly place.

Dad: Sawubona!
Ngema: Yebo, Sawubona! Were you Zulu?
I don’t seem to remember you.
Dad (laughs): I’ve always loved the Zulu!
Ngema: My name is Mbongeni Ngema
Dad: Call me Jo! Your music is loved by my son, Emma
Ngema: Oh, I know your son, he has the blood of the Zulu!
He looks like the kind that hails from Kwa-Mashu.
Dad (laughs): He longed to meet you while on earth
Ngema: Hahaha! That boy was very close to my heart.
Dad: Would you say he knows your every song?
Ngema (laughs): Every day, he discovers a new song!
Dad: He really loved Thina bant’a bamnyama
Ngema: Hahaha. Let’s just call it my last gift to Emma!
Dad: I think he’d really be happy to meet and see you
Ngema: Oh yes! He might be here soon. Let’s ask uJesu.

Suffer me not, Lord, the loss of thee.
For on thy promise I firmly stand.
All men are sure to depart from me.
But in your heart, is my solace found!

Friends like you are truly heaven sent
For Oh what joy to my life you've lent
You are a treasure and so are these prizes
And so of you I'll dream - till the sun rises!

The anguish of her soul has not yet found an external manifestation.
For every vapour in her eyes swears to forego its condensation.
The heaviness in her chest is more than the weight of many a lost love.
And her pain is like that of a heart cut into half.