Biography of NENGOVHELA MURENDENI
I WAS BORN ON THE 08 OF THE FIRST MOUNTH IN SOUTH AFRICA IN A VILLAGE CALLED MARAXWE WHICH IS FOUND AT VENDA, OUT SIDE THOHOYANDOU.
I AM CONCIVED FROM MRS NENGOVHELA TENDANI MERRIAM WITH THE WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE THAT GOD HAS GIVEN TO ME.
I AM A CRISTIAN WHO DO REALLY BELIEVE IN GOD AND LET GOD TO LEAD HIS WAY ALL THE TIMES, ATTENDING CHURCH AT 'THE ZION APPOSTOLIC OLD MISSION CHURCH of Southren Africa' IN MARAXWE, THE VILLAGE WHERE I LIVE.
I AM GUIDED TO GO ON THOUGH POETRY BY MY MOM AND MY LATE GRAND MOM (MRS NENGOVHELA MBULAHENI SELINAH) AND MY ENGLISH TEACHER(MR MADZIVHANDILA WHO TAUGHT ME ENGLISH FROM GRADE 10-12 AT 'MUTSHUTSHU SECONDARY SCHOOL' WHICH IS FOUND AT LIMPOPO(VENDA) OUT SIDE THOHOYANDOU.
I HAVE TWO BRILIANT SISTERS 'NENGOVHELA VUWANI KHODANI' AND 'NENGOVHELA NDIENE KHONANI IPFI' WHOM THEY ARE BOTH CONCIVED AFTER ME, FROM THE SAME MOTHER WITH ME. THEY ARE REALLY TWO OF THE THREE LITTLE TREES THAT MY MOTHER HAVE PLANTED. THEY ALSO LOVE KIDDING, PLAYING AND STUDDING.
I'VE AN EXTRA BROTHER (NENGOVHELA VHUKHUDO) AND SISTER(NENGOVHELA RITSHIDZE) WHO ARE ALSO CONCIVED AFTER ME, FROM MY MOM'S YOUNGER SISTER CALLED 'NENGOVHELA SHUMANI'. I ALSO REGARD THEM AS TWO LITTLE TREE'S, AS THEY ARE CONCIVED FROM A RELATED SEED WITH ME, A SEED FROM MRS. NENGOVHELA MBULAHENI SELINAH.
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NENGOVHELA MURENDENI's Works:
FOR NOW I HAVEN'T PUBLISHED ANY BOOK, BUT AM INEED OF SOMEONE WHO CAN HELP ME TO. GOD WILL HELP ME, AS THOUGH HIS BLOOD I AM GIVEN POWER TO DO EVERY THING THROGH HIM BECAUSE HE IS MY STRENTH.
NENGOVHELA MURENDENI Poems
Self respect is self love Self respect provoke love for others Self respect is GOD respect
So, She Dumped Me
I used to believe in her She used to trust in me She loved me and care for me But now I know all was empty lies.
Our President Jz. (Jacob Zuma)
Do you want to lead really? Do you really want to rule? Make me happy. Do you want to rule really?
The Voice Of Poetry
The voice of poetry have to be ashured Children have to learn Adullts have to engage For the voice of poetry a key is.
The Wise Man And A Fool Man
A man having separated himself seeks his own desire, And rages against all sound wisdom A fool has no delight in understanding, But that his heart may express itself
Mothers, mothers, mothers Mercy that you have is a speare Responsibility you have And all those things that you carry
A picture of your self determination in the future How you see yourself in the future Vision is a key to succeed
God Your The Best
No one like thee Forever be your glory For you remain forever more You forgive us all our wrong doings
Happiness In My Soul
I once found into my soul, the joy of morality The kingdom of salvation The waters of the oceanean blue's Where soon rest our souls in green sand.
Was It Because Of That Beuty?
I was a blinded dackned-soul Then i lit my pain on fire I never needed to though away the baby But together with the water I did.
Holy Is Thee
Holy, holy, holy, the one seated on the throne Blessed of his treasure and mighty Magnified in high presence of his uplifting and grace Extolled is his name, above every name.
Inside That Coffin
Inside that coffin It is where family wisdom comes from Where we have been parented Where a minority of this family rest.
Remember that day that we sit Under that golden trees Sharing our lovely memories
Losing someone in life Is like been hijacked Being killed b by an unknown citizen Losing the future that you have
Mothers, mothers, mothers
Mercy that you have is a speare
Responsibility you have
And all those things that you carry
For me, my brothers and sisters.
We grow alive
Today we can say
Here we are and here we live