Biography of Monica Rupazo
“Digging for Gold doesn't mean you will not stand a chance up the peak, even though you dug going down.”
Many a time in this unexpected reality of a world we go through a few of everything and succeed in the most of that proportion. In that fraction of experience there are people who helped us strive on; be it socially, academically, morally or otherwise. There are always people who gave advice with or without knowing, somehow leaving us at the advantage of a brighter future, leaving it to us as well to decide what to do with that advantage……
I give credit to my mentors;
My Parents (Sally and Anorld Rupazo) and my Family
Mr. Moses Mukoyi (Headmaster) and Saint Faith’s High Teachers
Mrs. Rebecca Zeigler Mano (Mother Advisor) and all the USAP family
GOD BLESS YOUR PARTICIPATION!
'The top is for those who climb, and those who climb with their own understanding regardless of ability.'
Monica Rupazo's Works:
MY QUIET PLACE.
Monica Rupazo Poems
Mathematical Love Poem
Your heart is the function of my life, the junction to my freedom and happiness. Your eyes deviate me from my penalties, giving me the chance to oscillate my mind in your gaze. Your gesture is what differentiates my luck from them, for I am graced by the integration of the Beauty and the Beast. In sets of our similarities, our intersection blooms day by day, for forever in the spirit we are tallied. Our intersect flowers year by year, for forever in the catalyzing intelligence of love we shall reside.
I Have A Dream!
I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention.
Time flies, gentlemen I know! Those days of pleasure and satisfaction Those moments of mischief and appreciation Those times of puberty and perseverance
I Believe In You
ENTER: I believe the 'wee of a day' Is the early morning when The babes are still sleeping The cocks have not yet crocked
In my world there is no better person I call Mother but my mother. A woman I was born out of, Whose love and tenderness I grew an expert.
Open My Eyes And Let Me See
Open the eyes of my heart That I may see, what lies beneath my breath. That I may perceive what lies behind my back. That I may endure finitely
Kenya You Are Not Alone
In the deep sleep of a long day, I woke up at a woman’s scream. Her face was emotionless, yet the heart bled agonizingly From a pain injected at the loss of her womb a terrorist tore apart For a reason “righteousness” finds no connection.
She does not mind what they do to her. They can rip her heart, And split her feelings into many pieces. She might fail to bring them together,
Fathers, We Have A Question For You
FATHERS, WE HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU The fish in the river died And the river became foul smelling.
Chisingaperi Chinoshura Chinobhururuka C...
Chisingaperi chinoshura, chinobhururuka chinomhara Natsa kwawabva, kwaunoenda husiku Vakuru vakataura kare Vacharamba vachitaurazve.
I would like to play music again Without recalling events attached to them I would like to visit places again
Is it not the fate foretold, that where likely to head Yesterday when we were warned and foretold? Had it not been right if we did as were told Yesterday knee-fold at their toes as they told?
Men are different, I have seen, Not only by sight, but by mind. My choice is not her choice And my decisions are not his
When I broke off from the warmth of the belly I had nothing decent. When I entered another season I had nothing decent.
One man’s trash
Is another man’s much,
One man’s suck
Is another man’s luck.
They told me that once
When I was two in the days of my months.
They told me that as I grow;
“I will find one to skid with in the snow.