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Karabo Valerie Ferguson

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Karabo Valerie Ferguson

Valerie Karabo Ferguson is a musician and poet. Her performances include a collaborative piece with three Batswana girls at the international British Council poetry festival “Power in the Voice.” Her poetic influences are George Herbert, Maya Angelou, and the performance group Pc4M.

When vision opened my eyes

My eyes! I cannot see the wind nor its presence
Yet I am encouraged to fathom what it could all mean,
Mimicking shadows of courageous acts,
urged to lose all fear and keep my dignity intact.

When I saw man worship prison bars open,
I did not believe because I had no vision,
My eyes were open, but scales were upon them,
Had my faith been obscured by the world’s tempest roaring?

My eyes! I cannot see the river nor its current,
Yet still I’m poured out into pure and utter knowledge,
Wisdom insisting that I be acknowledged,
To walk by devotion and drench in all of heaven.

When I saw chariots of fire swoop nations,
Off of their prideful feet
Still I did not believe,
Living by sight because I was still in the womb,
Not yet born to faith in full bloom.

When vision opened my eyes, it was only then
That I knew
A man without direction
Is tossed and turned, unstable without use,
Purpose had driven my senses to a cue
That I had to fill because of my destiny.

When vision opened my eyes, it was only then that I knew.