The question

The question my father asked I was 11 years old We where in a road Coming from mpumalang to limpopo Playing slow jam as always My father was on the wheel He asked Nana I said hhee! What's your dream car? I replied I don't have a dream car He laughed why? I replied I will have a dream car the day I hold my payslip inside my hand He laughed I said you see me I will never dream something that is long journey headed I do have dreams but I dream something that even if tomorrow when I open a door of my bedroom I can find it outside wait for me