‘Lost Voices’ by D Simpson & S Bostley

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“To tell me you know my pain is to stab yourself in the leg because you saw me get shot. We have two different wounds, and looking at yours does nothing to heal mine.

You know nothing of silence until someone who cannot know your pain tells you how to fix it.”

This poem speaks to me of the loss of agency and voicelessness of Africa’s people. This silence is heavily illustrated in Africa’s relationship with the rest of the world. Our voices are unheard, but our pains are ‘treated.’ A doctor would always ask a patient for their symptoms. Yet Africa’s ills are diagnosed, treated and dismissed without consulting the ‘patient’.

You know nothing of silence! the age-deep stifling silence of shouting, screaming, yelling, but no one is listening…

You know nothing of silence! Silence in response to a pain so bone deep it defies description.

You know nothing of silence!

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