Biography of Innocent Timburwa
I WENT TO SAMARINGA SECONDARY SCHOOL IN ZIMBABWE, UP TO O'LEVEL.
TRAINED CARPENTRY AND JOINERY IN 1996.WORKED FOR MANY CONSTRUCTION COMPANIES IN ZIMBABWE & MOZAMBIQUE- MANICALAND AREA.
IN 2000 WORKED FOR A ZIMBABWE TOP LEADING CO.IN TIMBER INDUSTRY - THE WATTLE COMPANY(NYANGA PINE DIVISION) .
IN 2008 APRIL I MOVED TO MOZAMBIQUE WERE I AM WORKING IN A CLEARING & FORWARDING - (LOGISTIC INDUSTRY) - ROHLIG-GRINDROD MOZAMBIQUE.
I AM MARRIED AND HAVE TWO KIDS - BOYS.
Innocent Timburwa's Works:
Innocent Timburwa Poems
Myself And Mother.
When i was a kid, When i cry my mother comforted me. When i want to sleep she ussualy beck me, When i am hungry she could give me food.
Without you the precious liquid Who can live without you water Without you we will all die
What Makes A Dad
God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea,
Work, is one of the most said word in the world, Work, becouse without work - No Life, Work, becouse to be who we are today is through Work.
Where are you my real parents? Why did you leave alone? Life alone
The best things of a human being, is seen after his death, I say NO, we reflect to his role, position and humor and see a gape, It is only when we can see, and give value to the late.
Early in the morning work up an feed livestocks, Early in the morning sweep the yard, Early in the morning wash dishes, Early in the morning get to the field,
The tree you are so wonderfull You looks green to attract our attention You bloom to attract Bees and Butterflies You produce a melodious sound when wind passes by you
Orphans - 1
Happy is a child with parents, Carering or not but he has some point of happiness, With parents who does not quarrel, fight - the better.
Better I Die
Ohhh my Godness, why all this to me, Please excuse me from this tragedy, Atleast not now..............
It is my right to know, Why me. Its not a favour but a right, So why me mumy.
Father Where Are You?
Dady, DADY, DADY.............. Ahhh he is nowhere to be found, I can call as loud as VuVuzela but to no avail, Since my childhood am still waitting for your response.
Were did you originated from. You leave everybody sad when you pass close to his place. You do not have mercy to the poor, Neither do you to the BREAD WINNERS.
When I Was Young
Iremember the days i was young, The days my momo could listen to me mostly, The time when i was treated a KING.
The tree you are so wonderfull
You looks green to attract our attention
You bloom to attract Bees and Butterflies
You produce a melodious sound when wind passes by you
You wrth protection.
The tree, we all rush to the forests
That is if we think of making fire
That is if we thinh of making yard bounderies in rural areas