I AM A POET

There is a Sotho “idiom” that says  “Lefu ke ngwetsi  ya malapa ohle” which means that death is the bride of every home (I stand to be corrected).  When I first heard this I realised that my loss was not one that I alone had encountered nor would it be my last. These words blessed me as much as they crippled me. For many months I had lost a sense to write, to recite and to realise the words that resided within me. Silence was the devourer of creative truths and pain was the friend that kept me company for many days. I had lost the most important man in my life; my mentor and my best friend – MY FATHER.

Through his wisdom and his many teachings I have found strength again.  Through his living soul I have learnt that many times we are dead even though we are living. I have learnt that we confine our potential by fears that cloud our abilities to be anything and everything we possibly can THINK and DREAM to be.  

I know my potential and I believe in it. I have awoken from a deep horrible slumber where truths have come through dreams and walking angels. The words that exist within me are ALIVE again. I come as a woman driven by the love of poetry.

For the love of the Spoken Word.

Ke Mofokeng wa Mahoana

Maotwana Finyela-Kgaitsedi tsa bo tlalana

Ba ja mmutla ole motala

Ba ka ka Dinaledi

Ba jele mmutla

Ke bo Mahoana

                               Ke Phoka!