Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
dusty streets of thabakhubedu in dennilton have seen my up rising, this rural part of limpopo [south africa] complete my life. more »
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Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Poems
It took a pain to travel A road so long Had to travel it I am face with connivers! Death?
Death of death
Death died death A tragic death of unusual death Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
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
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.
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
My culture, my pride!
Inherent of heredity as heritage like ants gathering in heap And cultural feeling dressed us All with spirit of ubuntu
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
A colonized mind of Africa
Don't call my Africa a moron! After stealing its means Poisoning its food Larcenous its resources,
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
They are like life to human And they can contain life in them They can replicate life and put a smile in someones face
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It took a pain to travel
A road so long
Had to travel it
I am face with connivers! Death?
You should avoid such road
And be moderate with his life
When such conquers
One is rich with wishes
That eye tooth can bite the pain
And ease it
I love nothing more that everything
I am creeping in the body
Like thief in the night