Biography of KHAYA CLARENCE
Khaya Clarence was born a village boy in Nqabara, Willowvale on the 24th of August 1983 in the Eastern Cape province of South Africa. In 1987 he went to Nqabara primary for his early education, due to poor conditions of education at the school, in 1989 his mother took him to Butterworth where he studied at Vulindlela Junior secondary in Msobomvu township. He obtained his Matric at Lamplough high school in Butterworth.He went to Walter Sisulu enrolled in Commercial Practice for a year and dropped-out due to his unaffording nature. subsequently in 2007 he went to Cape Town hoping to change his fortunes where he met his love for writing starting his young vigor for poetry as a pastime influenced by his jarring life journey. He has a son, two sisters and three brothers. He is the second born of seven children. He now lives in Cape Town working on his writing career.
KHAYA CLARENCE Poems
Romance kills so much a part of me i like; romance makes me neglect a part of me i care to love.
Vendors At Heart
The Man And The Mirror
Every man meets his deceits in the mirror and shyly say
The Sun Came By
Out, bright and brave, It is the sun that shines Nothing else came by. It came and burnt the chicky grass
Not For Tears But Smile
A smoke of mighty mezz blown away by trifle winds. Not for tears but smile. Be strong for the coming days,
A Lament For True Heroes
Africa! true heroes have all passed, awake Now is time for new heroes to come To save this land from imminent vibrations Africa is the first Africa is the last of our own
Fools Of Love
Greed Is Useless
-greed is useless- How thirsty i turn to be Water from the pond Water from the rain
To the worth of words he chose to write his soul among humanity, rains shall come to go.
Damage In Somme
A boot stuck in a soldier's foot; a helmet stood two feet
Love Is Not My Trade
Little flower That grew from Pleasurable fields From love to life
I was suddenly chance-d By pity when decided on a walk by a cemetery Hoping to find an abandoned wisdom Inscribed in one of the tombs
Thousands raunched Thousands slaughtered Cancerous terrains Heartless hearts
I Care Not To Cry
I care not to cry Even tears is of natures worth To let go of worthy and unworthy pains To welcome a newly beautiful world
Rat Bite Conspiracy
My knees are hardened,
like an elephant skin.
Hence another round
shall get my knees torn.
If i were a snake, i shall
be peeling off.
The monkeys are out about
from tree to tree with a
squeaky noise, tasting
the reflex of the branches.
the snakes are proud to emulate
and the rest is a conspiracy of
a rat bite.