Biography of kemurl fofanah
Kemurl fofanah was born at 34 hospital wilberforce freetown sierra leone, to mr abdul fofanah and miss rebecca Djallo bamin on the 19 of june 1592, when his country 11 years civil was just at it beginning. He attended ronsab kindergarten for three month, when unstability of his country forced him to stop the process of schooling. In 1997, He started schooling again with the conflicts at it rest. this time, He was admitted into service primary school at wilberforce. There also, the war halted his schooling when it started again around 1998 to 1999. With the war in progress, He moved to the central part of freetown to stay with his aunty where he lived till the war ended around 1999 to 2000. He started attending neneh's preparatory school which started their operation as a school thats provide basic education for free. The school then changed their free provision of education and started demand fees.so Kemurl stop attending due to financial disabilities his family was facing. But soon he gain admission to a government primary school named fatt-rahman municipal primary school where double promotion speed up his process of gaining higher classes in education help him cope up with the pace he had missed out on while their country civil war was on. In the year 2004, He sat to their country national entrance exam and gained admission to one of the most prominent junior and senior secondary school in sierra leone named albert academy. after three year of junior secondary education at the albert academy, He also sat to another national named BECE (basic education certification exam) and gain admission to the same albert academy but this time, into their senior secondary.on the first year of senior secondary schooling, He met his career as poet which was discovered in him by his literature teachers who witnessed him writing a short note concerning the continuity of life after one has lose a special person in their life. He wrote the note which later with the help of his literature teachers, he transformed into poem. He named the it ''you must go on'' that poem grow so popular among his friends, that its inspire him more and there of, his journeys as a poet becomes more vivid.due to the popularity of that poem Most recently, Kemurl fofanah has gained admission into the university of sierra leone, fourah bay college in the faculty of art.....
Kemurl fofanah has written up to sixty poems on poemhunter.com.....
kemurl fofanah's Works:
kemurl fofanah Poems
Africa Has A Soul
From the mouth of asmara To the ears of praia I see a soul From the desert of tunis
Hello africa are you still sleeping Don’t you know that your God has brought another morning Your brothers had cross the river already And yet you are still not ready
Conditions For Virtues
If there is no poverty around Then no rich man will ever be found If peace have a clear vision Then war will never be an option
Poem For Ibi
Hello miss lady Are you the woman called Ibi Well this melancholic praise is for you An angel had inspired me to delivered it to you
Aissata Je T' Aime
Crazy is the tip of my finger Crazy is my new name to my brother
Brother I'M Lonley Too.
Now i know your sorrow Now i know why from your eyes river flow.
A Birthday Treat For Jalika
each night now stands blushing in parallel display as i guard it while awaiting your natal day
The Writer Is Coming Home -new-
The writer's coming home To embrace his beloved After the long battle in euros chest Rattling with comrades
The Still Borns Of Africa
we are still in the womb swimming in the filthy fluid of corruption we are still in the womb battling to cut the umbilical cord of pollution
I have searched the content of prominent knowledge But none of their words suite your soul for me to pledge I have dug the works of shakespear But none of his rhymes will described your beauty my dear
I have a scare It so grate that the effort of eminent elite is proving bizzare and rearched to my illing tendencies My good seeds are not producing a copy of their owne again Instead they are busy looting my strength
Poem For Kirsten Prout
Children Of Gaza
Ooo! ! ! you young infants of the stolen land Be strong, you are the seeds of the sand Rain of missiles showered you every day the world watch as if it is a comic play
Ebola It's Called
Blood oozing out from nose, mouth and ear Fever gripping souls burning hearts with fear Intestines constantly rejecting whatever substance consume Militantly ejecting feces like brute fume
I Will Follow You
oh gentle heart, why hath thou spin blood so hurriedly?
has she threathen thee to bark with and without her presence.
since you hold her memory, you have never slept.
why heart, why did you let her presence make a turn against
please heart speak, do not be sceard i am your keeper,
thou you hold me.
i had saw a woman who had the light to brighten the world
and you lay quiet as if she mean nothing.