Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
Biography of Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
He was born in Thabakhubedu in 1981, he went to Thabakhubedu primary school and matriculated in Nala secondary school, He holds B.com degree from University of Limpopo, worked for Viveka chain supply, Ndlovu care group and currently he is working for Elias Motsoaledi local municipality. the dusty streets of thabakhubedu in dennilton have seen his up rising, this rural part of limpopo [south africa] completed my life so he say.
Jacques Sprenkie Mateya's Works:
Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Poems
It took a pain to travel A road so long Had to travel it I am face with connivers! Death?
Death Of Death
Death died death A tragic death of unusual death Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
South African Government Has A Blood In ...
Dusty field is mindless horror reigned And the blood is flowing like a Nile river in Marikina's dusty field. Contemporary history is full of repetition There is massacre in our mist again
A Sour Day
Singing a silent song in language of ernegy It comes out shy Look! At it braches Lenging eyes down
Death Comes To Wedding
Truth has been loitering around her like a devil's advocate. Found its alighting on her singular day It came out and cleft her up Like a walnut under elephant foot
A Colonized Mind Of Africa
Don't call my Africa a moron! After stealing its means Poisoning its food Larcenous its resources,
A Big Tree In Ntoane!
Big tree by the road side in Ntwane In the morning the shadow lean on the road Under it! It clenches calm breeze.
My Culture, My Pride!
Inherent of heredity as heritage like ants gathering in heap And cultural feeling dressed us All with spirit of ubuntu
I Remember Dios Moagi
By now you are an ancestor in your own rights And comforted by the Lord almighty himself I was talking about you did you know that
I love you with love of lover Who love each other with love? Hence imitation makes limitations
Universe its where there are universities If you are happy I am happy too And feel like happiness
Don'T Die This Winter
Don't die this unfriendly winter and interrupt it Unfriendly people should speak and go It's a cold winter seasons are cousins
They are like life to human And they can contain life in them They can replicate life and put a smile in someones face
Death! Our Companion!
It walks the walk we walk Talk the talk we talk Every day and everywhere Not shameful and silently talking with us,
Because Of Because
As for now
Because of poor language usage
Because is seen
As a bad course of communication
It’s a harmful course of communication
Sometimes there is purpose in because
But look now
All have to do