Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana
Biography of Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana
Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana was born at Buseleni, Nkweni Inkhundla, under Shiselweni Region, Swaziland. He is a first born son of Mr Mageba Velakubi Manana. Manana lived with his parents at his homestead at Buseleni. He attended Ebaleni Primary School from Grade 1 to Grade 4, Mandulo Primary School from Grade 5 to Grade 6. After he failed Grade 6, he went to Endzeleni Primary School where he did Grade 6 and 7. He started loving reading books and novels when he was doing Grade 7. He read the novels and poems, so and plays till he was attending Mandulo High School. He wished writing his own books and novels. Now he tries the best, he also wish to be an actor. He wanted to see himself in films and movies.
Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana Poems
I. L O V E.You
Our Cute Tomato love, by Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana A Love Song:
In your uprightness You stand before everything With your love, you concurrence Your brightness shines in all directions
It's time for me to open my heart, And express my deepest feelings. You have an amazing smile, Able to wake up in my heart,
Merely maggots paint the town red upon Seeing a tortured brute Vultures whistle their trumpets At the spectacle of an antelope's foot in the grave,
Confess Your Love To Her
Dear.... I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart.
My Love For You
This one's for you Lady....! My love for you is like the most comely tomato, Your face reminds me of gorgeous white birds,
Buso bushwace bushwalale kanye nem'juluko, Tikhwama ekhalweni lwamanyovu Bafati bagamule emahlanga Bagamule tibhuluja etintini letivulekile
Face furrowed and wet with sweat, Bags tied to their wasp waists Women reapers bend mielie stalks Break cobs in rustling sheathes
Just Before The Sunrise
Just before the sunrise When ponds wake up, They ripple their surface And push the pearly gray mist
A book is a colonial animal Reading a book is like a beacon, Giving light to know the whole world,
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thy face art more beautiful as the ocean than the darling buds of may I am the author you're looking for. Good dawning to thee, friend, I'm a good-handed gentleman, who likes nothing more than writing with the right woman.
Why I Don't Tell That I Love You
When you hear dirty story wash your ears. When you see ugly stuff wash your eyes. When you get bad thoughts wash your mind and
My Wonderful School, Mandulo High
When you look up to the sky I'm standing right above your heads, I am the one who give you light at night, For I am the one who have power to provide light during the night.
After The Storm
After the storm, I listen—
To the last whisper of rain spreading stories
Of why people walk and don't fly;
To the final game of lightning sticks
The earth plays with the sky;
To the frogs and the crickets
And the mosquitoes and the dragonflies
Singing in the shadows;
To the ruffle of my blanket as I climb out of bed,