Oh yes, my precious Empangeni, my friend!

Come, come, come closer, listen here.
I live here for ages!

Streets are twisty and kinda charming.

Shall we start at Victoria Road?

Lots of history there, my precious!

I stroll past old Mbongolwane Street.

That way, memories whisper softly, yes they do.
I love the little market.

Fresh fruit, vibrant sounds, my dear.

Cool vibes at Cathedral Road Park.

Kids laugh while elders chat.

I hear heartbeats in that park.

Dirty benches, but lots of love, yes!
Down by the Tugela's edge.

Oh, the Tugela River kisses the land.

I often wander near River Queen Bridge.

A quiet spot for reflection.

I sometimes shed tears there, my friend.

It heals broken hearts, oh precious!
Ooh, the neighborhoods are quirky.

Kwa-Themba is full of surprises.

Graffiti on walls, art, and soul.

I often sip tea at the corner cafe.

That place, oh, it sparkles magic!

I even shared my woes there once, hehe.
Empangeni, my friend, is alive.

Feeling raw, vibrant, bittersweet.

I share truths with troubled souls.

Counseling here feels like dancing.

I help mothers, daughters, my dear.

So many secrets, whispered in winds.
Sometimes I speak like that movie.

"In the Mood for Love," precious, remember?

Words trickle softly, like silk.

We share secrets under a downpour.

"I know we belong," heart murmurs.

Oh, that movie is magic, my friend!
Life here gets erratic, my praise.

I get mad when trash piles up.

I get happy watching sunsets shine.

I get surprised by street festivals.

Crazy impressions, rushed moments, my love.

Srah, each day is wild, truly!
So many weird little typos in my head:
My precious Empangeni, rough but real.

It hides treasures and wounded dreams.

You must visit, listen, feel more.

My counsel flows like a whisper.

Remember, my friend, this is home.

I share all, and love, my precious!