Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
Biography of Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
He was born in Thabakhubedu in 1981, he went to Thabakhubedu primary school and matriculated in Nala secondary school, He holds B.com degree from University of Limpopo, worked for Viveka chain supply, Ndlovu care group and currently he is working for Elias Motsoaledi local municipality. the dusty streets of thabakhubedu in dennilton have seen his up rising, this rural part of limpopo [south africa] completed my life so he say.
Jacques Sprenkie Mateya's Works:
Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Poems
A Colonized Mind Of Africa
Don't call my Africa a moron! After stealing its means Poisoning its food Larcenous its resources,
My Culture, My Pride!
Inherent of heredity as heritage like ants gathering in heap And cultural feeling dressed us All with spirit of ubuntu
It took a pain to travel A road so long Had to travel it I am face with connivers! Death?
Now That August Is Gone
Now that august is gone And we all know that all augusts come and go Is this woman? a woman of vertue, Is this woman? a super woman
Women Iv. A Prise Poem For Women
Life without life it's not life Almost every one will remember Day and night is cycle of life Life on its own is not matured
Death Of Death
Death died death A tragic death of unusual death Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
A Woman And The Dog!
Leopards pinpoints each other with black spot So dogs with a smell One day you found this dog
Teachers are future builders Teachers are grave diggers Teachers are role models Teachers are bad example
A Poem For In-Laws Of A Stranger
I have never met you officially! And my wife didn't know what to say! When I ask her, where are your parents? So, I can give you a hard hands shake
Nkosi-Johnson! Young Hero Has Fallen
When he was suppose to rejoice for his childhood He rejoice for his death And celebrated in his grave, It was Just before HAART works very hard
South African Government Has A Blood In ...
Dusty field is mindless horror reigned And the blood is flowing like a Nile river in Marikina's dusty field. Contemporary history is full of repetition There is massacre in our mist again
A Sour Day
Singing a silent song in language of ernegy It comes out shy Look! At it braches Lenging eyes down
Snow Wedding In Jo'burg
No! Radio wedding in Jo'burg on a snowy day There is a snow in Jo'burg And there is love in the air
A Teacher Who Thought Me Died And Then I...
A young and energetic teaching mind is quiet And now everyone is quiet Kind helping hand is close And everyone is helpless
African Daughter I
One world, one heart and one mind
I am the only legitimate child of the universe
And African daughter of my era
The height of Kilimanjaro Mountain
Doesn't over high my confidence
The Magic of Victoria Falls
Doesn't outweigh my beauty
The natural beauty of three sisters