Biography of Nkululeko Mdudu
Nkululeko Gilbert Mdudu is a goat herder who grew up in the villege of Shiloh near Queenstown in the Eastern Cape. He was largely influenced by his grandfather, Simon Gilbert Mdudu who; along with his wife Beatrice Mdudu(my grandma) and the magic of the legendary true stories of their lives have shaped me. I am mad about my culture'and the world is a diamond', they said; but mainly about the story of how man creates his own Universe. All my poetry is from a place I call 'Ireshire' which is my world and soul. I have been called many things, but sadly not a poet. this could be due to the fact that poetry has always been a part of my life, only not as much on paper as on the tales that bind me to that place....the things one can do in dreams(like have two birds in the hand but wake up only to find a closed fist) , yes I have always been haunted, and helped by my dreams and the messages that lay hidden within them. Maybe I was not meant for this world for it is far too limiting, but from my limitations I have learned to fly inwardly to the planet of my soul. It all sounds mythical, as do I, sometimes, but a voice is what I'm looking for, not in language but in life. I struggle to understand the burdens I carry but I'm drawn to carry more; not as possessions but as pals.
Nkululeko Mdudu Poems
Sivelaphi, Singobani? (Xhosa Poem)
Yeyiphi eyona nzala kaXhosa? Besifudula sineeNkomo bafika basinika iiBhokhwe.Basinika iiWotshi ekubeni besinalo ixesha.
Love In Xhosa
Mntwana wenkosi ndikuthanda ngako konke Amandla emithi, ulwandle nenyanga, zode ziphele ndisakuthanda...
Love In Xhosa..Lol(English Version)
....I love you with my all The power of the trees, The sea and the moon will diminish but I will love you...
Ngubani U-Nelson Mandela?
Ngubani uNelson Mandela? Nduxoleleni ndizibona ndibuza Bath’ ungubani ngesiLungu?
Sometimes I Pray
Sometimes I pray before I sleep; Sometimes I pray, the lord; my soul to keep, Sometimes I pray.....
! @~zihla Ngamqala Mnye~~
</>Awu! Inkomo kabawo Yalalis’ uphondo! Umelusi wayo Yayingumfo wakwa Sipongolo.
Aaaa...Ezinma(Doughter Of Okonkwo)
This poem was inspired by Chinua Achebe's novel 'Things Fall Apart' Let me grieve my father's death.
! ! ! -My Love Has Loved You Best~! ! !
I knew what you did to me, But I didn't know why; So I labelled It Love, And I let It lie...
Indoda Lihashe, Inkomo Ngumfazi
Masithi indoda lihashe, sithi inkomo ngumfazi; Kuba indoda idla ngokuba namendu nesigqezu, Yaye ithwala yonke into le emagxeni ayo. Inabo ubuphakuphaku kodwa ibuya ilawuleke.
Good morning my sweetheart, I've made you some coffee (let it melt your icy heart) . It's seven on the hour. Before you speak, here’s a flower
Abantu abasezintweni Abamazele nto omnye umntu Maxa wambi ungade uthi: Abana buntu.
Iphupha elizolileyo, Iintupha ezomileyo, Ulwimi olunxaniweyo, Isizwe esoniweyo.
The Circle Of The Sun
The circle of the sun cannot be seen at night or in broad daylight, and since he is too big and close to us; the circle of the sun must be seen
A Letter Over The Phone
There will always be something wrong today; That might have been right yesterday, But who are we to decide what is wrong and right, For today or any other day or night?
She Was Raped
Beaten by the raging currents;
Anguished by the violent seas,
Flung between rocks and parents,
Longing for a friend that sees.
Cold; Lost and Alone!
Disturbed and annoyed by the constant qurstions,
Tormented by his face with little comfort.
The constant honking and hammering, a minds conjestion,
Overwhelmed by the noise of information and transport.