Biography of Phinda Mkhonta
This is a poet from the south tip of Africa. From the last true kingdom in Africa that still glooms with the smell of culture and nature
Biography, Capacity and Experience
Phinda Mkhonta, the poet was born in the Manzini region of the kingdom of Swaziland, on the 17th November 1987.
He started performing his poetry during his Secondary school but mostly outstanding active in performing poetry and motivating young people in many communities in the Bill and Malinda Gates Foundation, a Program that was running during his high school launched at Hillside High School. After his IGCSE exams, he joined a national competition in writing on behalf of his school which saw him scooping the Award of Best SiSwati Poetry Writer 2008 in a nation-wide writing competition organized by Macmillan Swaziland, Ministry of Education in collaboration with the Times of Swaziland. He was also honored with an Award of Creativity 2008 by International Tabernacle Church for his outstanding creativity in poetry.
Soon people came from all corners of the kingdom and the world to request him to perform in their cultural events, entertainment and other corporate events. He is now staging with theatre groups, music bands, music DJs and also stages on his own. His poetry relates to the old African traditional style of expression, thought of humanity (ubuntu) , entertaining, sensitizing people’s moral being and social ills, promoting pride of the Swazi culture through creative outlets that can be observed by Swazi people and Africans in general.
He is currently in an everyday Swazi Television commercial promoting the on going pageants of Miss Cultural heritage Swaziland and promoting in events of Miss Cultural heritage Swaziland. He has currently been featured in an album of an outstanding Swazi music DJ commonly known as DJ DDCOOL, an album to be out in September 2009, in a single song entitled ‘Giya’ (meaning a Swazi act of galloping and dancing) as means of taking his African poetry to the youth. As we see him perform in the Bushfire Swaziland International Festival of Art 2009 with DJ DDCOOL. He will also be featured in the upcoming album of the Swaziboy Entertainment in a single track with DJ Crooks. These are indeed his humble beginnings on his journey to being the next African-Swazi star. He has perfom in French Reunion Island, in the ALL YOU NEED IS SLAM, He also perfomed in the SADC POETRY FESTIVAL.
Phinda Mkhonta's Works:
I am still aspiring to write one book but never publish one.
Phinda Mkhonta Poems
I Am In Love
Literally, louder and lively, I would like to pour into your ears, I am in love and fully confident with you I need you more than the air I breathe.
In the wheeling swelling air, still I feel the wind Waves blowing like a gasping messenger, It is a windy rainy season, where every story is spread, Where every fire is spread by the wind,
Africa your kindness and loyalty should cover us, Our enemies are alive and healthy, We are bent and bowed down through the will of our sadness, They have made us walk bowed in sadness,
The zeal without education is fire without light But zeal with education is fire with flames of light I have seen the holy well with it watercress plants Where one drinks and never goes taste again,
I am an African technological psychological opium To the unique Africans dreams, In heartless days, no chemical situation had purified me from poetry, Some people fail to understand me like mathematics,
Ancestors speak! when informers thrive, When people flourish and lie creatively To kill by whisper and blasphemy to live.
Africa why so much crying? Africa why so many people dying? Justice in Africa has prevailed over traitors While gloomed and doomed with conspirators,
I have longed in my heart, Looking silently through the barred window To the scrap of blue sky and mountains chain, My hope of youth and rainbow day-dreams are locked,
Come lord, with all quickening fire in me, In me delight to rest the principle divine, Your temple of my soul is gherkin prepare, Still this restless mind, heart and soul of mine,
When there is nothing in us, even a grain of happiness, But oceans of sadness that make us swim aimlessly, In oceans of grief that dim our eyes in grim wilderness, When our eyes are cracking glasses of tears,
Forever we stand, forever we stand, We must strain our God given talent Until they cry for mercy, our eminent Talent must be a rain to the dry African deserts,
Why is the African youth silent with their voice spear? I want to feel their voice filling the atmosphere, They will never unveil success until they unveil, Their trumpet is dead to the grave not to fulfill.
Everyone Is Confused
When you live your life as if a dark veil is set in your eyes; Moving the journey of life not knowing what will image tomorrow, Even an eagle cannot foresee tomorrow no matter how high it can fly and view, Thunders of bad times strike, it ask no invitation bad thing sensitize everyone;
Let Us Reason
Come, come let us reason before the silver cup is broken Lets us reason before the golden bowl is crushed, Before you became freeze to exist than to live Like a broken jar in a well when your dreams are wasted
I image the Zimbabweans dreams in Robert Mugabe’s face,
Robert Mugabe of fatal braveness, boldness and confidence,
Fatal eloquent Robert Mugabe is now mumbling in the mist of darkness,
Robert Mugabe has to push closely his spectacles to his eyes
To draw the veil across the sky of Zimbabweans stars of dreams,
Robert Mugabe set himself in a heavy yoke to teal the African soil
To reconstruct the frame of the real picture of pure Zimbabwe,
This is not just a crystal stair for Robert Muga