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
- A Never Ending Verse
- Swallow Pool
- Love Comes Softly
- I Was There
- A flower to kiss
- Sweet Mango Tree
- So Deep
- A Speck On One's Eye
- Tangerine, A sonorant Coercer
- Amelia Rose At Summer Park
- From Motherland
- In the Dying Moments
- Summit of Drying Breath
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