Tânia Teresa Tomé was born in 1981 in Maputo, Mozambique. An early passion for the arts, music and singing culminated in her winning the first prize, at the age of seven, for best voice in an international competition organised by the World Health Organization in Mozambique.

It was however, at the age of 13 that Tomé's life in art gained tangible form, through her first presentation of the poetry of Jose Craveirinha. Reciting and singing his poems, whilst playing the piano instilled in her a love of, in her words, “giving life to poems.” Craveirinha remains an important influence for her, not only as a poet and writer, but also “as a symbol for valorising Mozambique and Mozambicanity.”

After she was admitted to the University of Portugal, Tomé worked in a variety of jobs, including stints as an advertisement model, as well as work in radio and television. Throughout this time she honed her craft, performing songs and giving recitals as well presenting the traditional and acoustic music of Mozambique.

She was also involved in several social and humanitarian initiatives, including participating in the album Meeting , whose profits go towards projects helping children and young people from Angola and Mozambique.

With the conclusion of her degree in economics, Tomé won the Mario Soares Foundation of Portugal award for academic commitment in combination with social-artistic activities. In Portugal, jointly with other young poets from African Portuguese speaking countries, she launched the anthology PALOP , which contained ten of her own poems.

Returning to Mozambique after post-graduate studies in audit and management control at the Portugal Catholic University she balances her singing and recitals with her career as a credit risk analyst.

Tome is a member of AEMO (Association of Mozambique Writers), and this year released a DVD Showesia , a show of poetry produced and carried out by herself in 2008 in homage to the poet Jose Craveirinha.

Showesia - living poem

Falls a body in this poem

One gives itself, all do so

With a huge determination of the seed in the core of the flower

Undressing the verses one by one in the middle of this poem

And where the sound is born, grows a world devouring slowly

The metaphors in a gesture started of light and life

There is a tortuous labyrinth between the syllables full of brightness

From where expand the rivers and the lips at the same starting moment

But it likes it quickly, very slowly must be the way

And the punctuation goes up in the subtlety of the verses,

Of the metric, of the rhyme in the innermost silence

And there is a tremendous wish for misillustrate white page,

With color of watching which travels through the other side of the mirror

Where the world becomes its dancing star

And inside the words there is melody,

Missus pending itself from the endings of the verse

And dancing the constant murmurs of the flight of the fowl

And the poem gets face:

A tree full of hair in the wind as the canvas off the spider

Where in the feet of the roots live various sarcophagus in the fertilizer of madness

And where the hands of the wings are windows,

From where the pupils open in pairs the world between the fingers