With heaven in my hands,
I slid towards my peeling door,
towards bursting sunshine
and second chances.
I smelled the dawn and the dust
the gutters and the dying dogs
the donkeys and the brewing beer
the skomfana, mfana,
in a place where dung was paint
and polish
and smelled like pot.
I cupped the heat
of my cup,
itching to write.
Dimakatso was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. Her poetry has appeared in Teesta Review, Brittle Paper, New Coin, Best New African Poets, Botsotso, Aerodrome, Brave Voices, Poéfrika, Story Zetu, Poetry Potion, Hello Poetry, and Poetry Cafe.
Her Igby Prize entry essay ‘Discomfort at Four Thirty-Four A.M.’ was published by The Kalahari Review in 2018. She holds an M.A. in Research Psychology from Witwatersrand University, and has years of experience in child-rights work. You may catch her interview with Sinaso Mxakaza in 'Africa in Dialogue' .
I slid towards my peeling door,
towards bursting sunshine
and second chances.
I smelled the dawn and the dust
the gutters and the dying dogs
the donkeys and the brewing beer
the skomfana, mfana,
in a place where dung was paint
and polish
and smelled like pot.
I cupped the heat
of my cup,
itching to write.
Dimakatso was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. Her poetry has appeared in Teesta Review, Brittle Paper, New Coin, Best New African Poets, Botsotso, Aerodrome, Brave Voices, Poéfrika, Story Zetu, Poetry Potion, Hello Poetry, and Poetry Cafe.
Her Igby Prize entry essay ‘Discomfort at Four Thirty-Four A.M.’ was published by The Kalahari Review in 2018. She holds an M.A. in Research Psychology from Witwatersrand University, and has years of experience in child-rights work. You may catch her interview with Sinaso Mxakaza in 'Africa in Dialogue' .
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