Here I struggle, but I work for myself (iterela; the reflexive of direla, "work [do] for"). The soil is stony and there is no rain. I struggle, but I call no one "boss." Out there, where we labor (bereka) for the whites, they pay us money. But the mine, like the grave; has use only for your body. When it has done with you it spits you out, and you are finished! Useless!