Biography of Melikhaya Zagagana
Melikhaya Zagagana was born a village boy in Nqabara, Willowvale on the 24th of August 1983 in the Eastern Cape province of South Africa. In 1987 he went to Nqabara primary for his early education, due to poor conditions of education at the school, in 1989 his mother took him to Butterworth where he studied at Vulindlela Junior secondary in Msobomvu township. He obtained his Matric at Lamplough high school in Butterworth in 2003.In 2006 he went to Walter Sisulu enrolled in Commercial Practice for a year and dropped-out due to his unaffording nature. subsequently in 2007 he went to Cape Town hoping to change his fortunes where he met his love for writing starting his young vigor for poetry as a pastime influenced by his jarring life journey. He has a son, two sisters and three brothers. He is the second born of seven children. He now lives in Cape Town working on his writing career.
Melikhaya Zagagana Poems
Romance kills so much a part of me i like; romance makes me neglect a part of me i care to love.
Not for tears but smile
A smoke of mighty mezz blown away by trifle winds. Not for tears but smile. Be strong for the coming days,
I'm not the same person that i use to be i have forgotten who i was, for me nothing works for good
The Man and The Mirror
Every man meets his deceits in the mirror and shyly say
Love Is Not My Trade
Little flower That grew from Pleasurable fields From love to life
Vendors at heart
A lament for true heroes
Africa! true heroes have all passed, awake Now is time for new heroes to come To save this land from imminent vibrations Africa is the first Africa is the last of our own
Beginning of the end
Where is the world?
A rule broke into remnants Tears clung upon a bare chest Then useless to be strong Tender, fragile than a baby bird
The wind blows strong
The wind blows strong Neatly it gathered filth by the street gutters I am now to confess
To the worth of words he chose to write his soul among humanity, rains shall come to go.
Damage in Somme
A boot stuck in a soldier's foot; a helmet stood two feet
I was suddenly chance-d By pity when decided on a walk by a cemetery Hoping to find an abandoned wisdom Inscribed in one of the tombs
Run soldier run
Once a soldier always a little boy, never grow to your full adulthood. some find a way in the middle of a
Rocks of the sea
All night and rest of day,
Sea rocks met nothing like sleep.
As usual suffering from wet and cold-
Bowing to the bitter blows defeatedly.
The sand stood firm under their feet,
They have nowhere else and be.
All night all day lambast and grief,
The sunrise as usual was bonding with baskers;
As it came to fiddle and set away.