I haven’t seen my mother
But I’ve felt her tender love, accompanied by the warmth of her kisses on my cheeks

I haven’t seen my face
But, am told, I am like the succulent karoo biome in springโ€ฆ the main attraction

I haven’t seen the aeroplane
But I have heard its vibrant, noisy sound flying across the town of Buhle park, a deserted place, with not many people educated about my blindness

I haven’t seen the stars
But I’ve heard the beautiful silence of the night, with the neighbour’s dogs singing me to sleep.