Poet, Mak Manaka, performed a praise poem to the patron of this year's Zwakala - Be heard. He specially wrote and dedicated his poem to Ma Sisulu. "Speak, Mama, speak. Speak with the womb on your tongue that gives life to metaphors while judgemental similes embrace the ground you stand on. Clouds of the smoky world clear the sky for you to fly with open wings, even birds love to hear you sing. 'Cause your voice carries the undefined shape of that curly dread hair. So speak, Mama, speak. Mother of beauty, your smile heals the wounds of impoverished souls. Mother of beauty, her smile heals the wounds of impoverished souls. Rivers wash away shadows of the dead sun off her perfectly crafted lips. She is the light. She is the undying light after an eclipse as the world clips faith on messianic words she speaks, breathing life into a flower and nurturing a seed in the same hour. My Nubian sister, there is no life without you for life begins inside of you. So please do not despair when that life leaves you. That may sound untrue, but reality is cruel. Not everything shines like a jewel. So is it wrong for me to express how I feel about what you do? We are all stars and planets in the galaxy, but like the sun she provides more. Like nature, she provides more, while that tormented soil shouts her name, Mme Sisulu. Speak, black Nubian. Speak, Mother of beauty. Her smile heals the wounds of South Africa." Dtv salutes you, Mak!