Biography of Paul Mwenelupembe
My original name is Paul Mwenelupembe, I come from a very small village called Muyeleka at Ngara in Karonga district. I was born in a family of seven children and am the first born. I have moved in many schools, I have an O' level Certificate, and a Diploma in Land Administration, obtain at Natural Resources College(University of Agriculture and Natural Resources) , Malawi.
I started writing when I was just a little boy, but this art was agalaveted after I hard written my O' level(Malawi school certificate of Education) at Mvera Army Community Secondary School. The reason is I started teaching on part time basis at Combat Support Battalion, Mvera. My teachings were not limited by any class, I had to teach all classes starting from Form 1 to Form 4; and standard 1 to stardard 8. My favourite subject was Mathematics in teaching other than literature.
So I came across a certain standard three simple poem. That was the beginning of my full time writing in the year 2004. I also write short stories, in short Iam fully vested in Literal work. Besides, Iam a member of Malawi Writers Union.
Currently Iam working as a surveyor in the ministry of lands housing and urban development, under the department of surveys, based in Lilongwe, capital city.
I really enjoy my work besides my art.
Paul Mwenelupembe's Works:
So far I haven't published any book but I was feature in 'The Time Travellor of Malavi' which is a new poetry book with a collection of the best Malawian poets. I also published different poems in different news papers and magazines
Paul Mwenelupembe Poems
Love Comes Softly
Rains are to sow and good times to love Built on soils rich of grave land Such a valley long way to go, it comes softly From that dead land, a place of living
I Was There
The country descended to rages The people geared in a gallant smile of fingers While the mountain on top Was sending radio massages
I Am The Street Kid
I am the street kid Here in the street is my home It was just a slosh not by chance I had a star shade before
What makes me worring? This takes me, my joy, away from me It has alot to say It says you worry
A Never Ending Verse
When crippled twice in the breath When lights shine and overturn the dreadlock When water slippers by metres' grave The fashion follow and falls, the singer filters
Everything In The Loo!
These things, these things settling and settling in the heart Assemble weapons and pat on the rat And settling and settling as soldiers unto war
History is a guide roller stone The eastern star that stumbles on mile stones Those mistakes still lights on the way The best stare and tool in a corner cabinet
That big tree, O' baobab tree Sweet fruits you carry Raised up at a distance That I never reach with
The Desperate Woman
She stands there, dripping saliva She is sick and going wirry She reampts slowly like a tortoise Leading down to the loo
Lake, oh fresh lake of rivulets in-land sea Resonnates screeds as it grabs this lift valley And sails a sailing sailors of clouds to the warmheart They are seen meteors, a mirror of marine giants
A Flower To Kiss
Aflower to kiss, the flower yet to be flowering So cute but not yet cluttering in the bowl, the flower is the sent
Tangerine, A Sonorant Coercer
Trees, were trees made first Such a sonorant coercer amid Rolling innermost circles, to the tree Down are the seas with an over look
In the Gideon valley I grew up, crawled with scars I was drowned ten times when I was a young stratum star The stream in between I swum when it was winter usual crest Perfectly the home of baobab trees, songs of baboons' seasons' lake
Our Stars Inside
I wouldn't leave the stars inside if I were you Such a watchful styles mingling that way Let eyes blink at Malawian dances
From motherland, lands a spring of rivers
That gushes out radio waves ontop
And descends down stream with cool water
That feeds our motherland
Look at her meanders, she sneaks into the green land
And sniffes Canaan of today
The head of all lands in her and stands firm in deep sea as a rock
She is an eagle but alioness
That roars on the feet of Mount Zion