Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
Biography of Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
dusty streets of thabakhubedu in dennilton have seen my up rising, this rural part of limpopo [south africa] complete my life.
Jacques Sprenkie Mateya's Works:
Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Poems
It took a pain to travel A road so long Had to travel it I am face with connivers! Death?
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
Death Of Death
Death died death A tragic death of unusual death Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
A Sour Day
Singing a silent song in language of ernegy It comes out shy Look! At it braches Lenging eyes down
A Colonized Mind Of Africa
Don't call my Africa a moron! After stealing its means Poisoning its food Larcenous its resources,
Death Comes To Wedding
Truth has been loitering around her like a devil's advocate. Found its alighting on her singular day It came out and cleft her up Like a walnut under elephant foot
A Big Tree In Ntoane!
Big tree by the road side in Ntwane In the morning the shadow lean on the road Under it! It clenches calm breeze.
I Remember Dios Moagi
By now you are an ancestor in your own rights And comforted by the Lord almighty himself I was talking about you did you know that
I love you with love of lover Who love each other with love? Hence imitation makes limitations
Universe its where there are universities If you are happy I am happy too And feel like happiness
Don'T Die This Winter
Don't die this unfriendly winter and interrupt it Unfriendly people should speak and go It's a cold winter seasons are cousins
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
They are like life to human And they can contain life in them They can replicate life and put a smile in someones face
Death! Our Companion!
It walks the walk we walk Talk the talk we talk Every day and everywhere Not shameful and silently talking with us,
A Poem For Don Mattera
In delightful rest
I wish to talk
Don’t wish to irritate you
You summoned, I bound
Its wake up call
Finally Africa is back
I have seen injustice broken chains
Parallelized and disable immortality