Temajung michael tanjang

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A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile, some agile and some avaricious,
...

His glow saw Africans in mirth
His spry saw Africans in expectations
He was indeed Zeus
And Africa was in destitute of Zeus for her ego
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Standing for them, myself I see
Oblivious of that, for me they feel
Why sweat for them?
Consanguinity is wanting
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There was never a land sweeter than Bamenda
Nor a land so full of honey: Buea
Full of a consanguineous race
A people garnished by love and commensurateness
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My brother sees me as his enemy
And his enemy, a friend
In desperation, am stuck
For to flee, there is no end
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she screamed and shouted
But i did not nudge.
She hollered and moaned
But again, my door, i did not touch.
...

Home » AM PROUD OF WHO I AM
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It was during pa Joe’s funeral that we met:
My ex and I.
I had just graced my seventeenth calender;
And many a lass fell for my good looks
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Pharaoh Tutankhamun graced the Egyptian throne,
A negro, brisk and spry.
From his majestical hands, dangled a scepter
And on his handsome head, sat a crown.
...

It was in the days of Farhan
that death took the form of a man
and before your knell did toll
death usually gave you a call
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There has been no other father but pa Joe Ndifor
Who cared for my brothers and I, drinking no liqour

To him I shall always be grateful
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All was a light
As I came back, tired at night
The lass had just moved in
Against her wall I did lean
...

The sky was pale,
So too was the sea, dark and grey
I gaind with steady speed, sitting at the prow
While noting that the land afar was low
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My life, she did alter
And that, I wouldn’t falter.
So inspirational were her words all together,
As if she were a sister to Desiderata.
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A place where dreams are shaped;
A place where frustration begins,
A place where doctors and other nobles are born,
A place where thieves are also bred and trained
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Like the burglar thats attracted by money,
like the thug that’s paid to kill,
so they got enticed by our gold, our diamond and our oil.
so they came to steal, to kill and to destroy us.
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When I first beheld her, what a sight! !
I lost my breathe as if I have been in a fight.
though she wasn’t a princess,
she was as beautiful as a goddess.
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I beseech thee to answer
is there still hope? ? ?

Forgetting their vows of chaste they become lecherous
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In my new home I sat in for ages
everything strange save my shoes without laces,
to this area I came cus I had an obligation
which was nothing more than my education
...

This icon was as noble as a king
in many ways as wise as solomon
but great was he like Chris Himself
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Temajung michael tanjang Biography

Temajung Michael T. was born in mendankwe, bamenda in Cameroon in 1992 to the family of Mr Joe Ndifor Tanjang and Mrs Bih Emilia Tanjang. He was the third of three boys. He did his primary education at government practicing school Atuakom and government primary school Ntarche respectively where he obtained his first school leaving certificate in the year 2005. From there he now went to government bilingual high school Mendankwe where he obtained his ordinary level certificate in 2010. Two years later in high school, he obtained his advance level certificate in 2012.From there, he moved to the capital city Yaounde where he enrolled in the university of Yaounde 1. He graduated in 2015 with a Bachelors Degree in HISTORY, and took up teaching as a part time job in a high school.At the moment, reading and writing is all what interests him and keeps him tied. His first poem " IS THERE STII HOPE? " was a big hit and won a monthly contest on poemsclub.com as the best poem of the month, which saw his name elevated high and also many of his poems being published on many other affiliated poetry sites, and it was accompanied by cash award..... he has written other mesmerizing poems which have been published on many other poetry sites....he can be contacted on +237 670436898, on mobile. email is temajungomichael@gmail.com temajung.michael@yahoo.com)

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No Africa, No France

A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile, some agile and some avaricious,
The anopheles was the most fragile but avaricious.

This human, they set eyes on,
She was in possession of everything they needed
And in want of nothing.
So because of her possessions, they attacked her
And she being weak, could do nothing to defend herself.

And so with their proboscis, they sucked her blood,
For many a year, she was continuously being sucked.
As she was being sucked, so was she being bitten,
Some bites were gentle, others, excruciating.
But with God on her side, she stood on her feet.

The wind of change gently blew some mosquitoes away
Others clung tight, for they were desperate
But the human started agitating for her freedom
So the remaining mosquitoes reluctantly left.
But alas! ! ! ! She has been sucked semi dry
She started labouring to regain herself back
Just as the lazy anopheles mosquitoe came back

As the other mosquitoes went and continued their lives,
The anopheles discovered it couldn’t survive alone
So it came back through lies and deceit to suck more blood
And from that same human, it continued sucking blood,
It will come as if to make peace
Between the body parts; but that’s a pretext.
It truly came for blood and more blood

The anopheles mosquitoe knows it can’t live without the blood
But it can never accept that fact
Because of its dirty pride.
It is the laziest of all the mosquitoes
Because it depends solely on the human

If the human doesn’t open her eyes
And with zeal, fight back,
The anopheles will suck her with no mercy.

NO HUMAN, NO ANOPHELES MOSQUITOE
NO AFRICA, NO FRANCE

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