Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Biography: I am Dimpho Makokoe, 28 years old female from North West Province, South Africa. I am a writer, poet, performer, activist, entrepreneur and founder of Kgolo Mo Lefatsheng Talent Harbour, where I develop children and teenagers who are talented artistically as I strongly believe in purpose, gift and talent. I have a certificate of Performing Arts and was one of the intern writers for the Motswako Documentary, that was an initiative of Leaders In Motion Academy.
My Poems are as follows:
Silent Voice (Purpose,gift and talent)
Make me utter words
Uttered only to revive
Purely meant to heal
Silent Voice
Speak through me
Speak in me for my whole being
Is centered to you
No other voices I hear but yours
Yes, I’ve become deaf
To the noise
For your voice is still
So peaceful it sounds melodious
I be your vessel
Speak through me
Words of fertility
To rejuvenate desolate lands
Silent Voice
How sweet you sound
You my honeycomb muffin
For every you utter drip olives
My voice your voice
For you are word
And I carry word in me
For through me shall your words
Be heard
Silent Voice
Cease not conversing with me
Your Irony
Do not ask me to fabricate my story please cos that’s my truth
I’m way deeper than the ocean
I am the belly of the ocean
Walks on thorns and wears a crown of thorn
Poker faced hence I’m your irony
You can’t read me nor comprehend me
With a character befitting all generations
With every smile shared I die just a little
If you haven’t died mentally, emotionally or spiritually before
Then my writings will remain a mystery to you
The roads I’ve traveled might cause you permanent brain damage
Sending you to a psychiatric hospital without diagnosis
I am not for many hence I hardly interact with any
My pain is my treasure box in an exotic forbidden island
While curtains transparently reveal what’s been hidden behind mirrors
The reflection of the one who is mirror stared
Vividly reflecting the skull so not fresh
Spiritually floating
Soul suffocating
Buried walking by self assistance
Brain bombed by the unattended inner voice
Exploding every nerve
Drought befalls flesh
Consciously blind as there’s no rain
Evaporating the brain cells
Ghostly ghosted
By the skull reflected by the mirror
Broken yet not cracked
