Temajung michael tanjang
Biography of Temajung michael tanjang
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 email@example.com
Temajung michael tanjang Poems
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,
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
My Glorious Birth
she screamed and shouted But i did not nudge. She hollered and moaned But again, my door, i did not touch.
My Love Is Gone
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.
Why They Came To Africa
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.
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
Am Still In Love With You
It wasn’t easy to fall in love with you, though your looks were always new. You won my heart with time but oh! then I had no money, no dine.
Parting From Christabel
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.
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
The Girl Next Door
All was a light As I came back, tired at night The lass had just moved in Against her wall I did lean
To My Father
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
The Lecherous Life Of Mr Meandersource; ...
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
The Lecherous Life Of Mr Meander
Many a person mistook his name for mender but the fact is, it was Meander. Mr Meander was as lecherous as Chaucer’s friar.
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.
Am Proud Of Who I Am
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AM PROUD OF WHO I AM
When I look back on my life,
I can see the pain I have endured,
the mistakes I have made and
the hard times I have suffered.
When I look in the mirror I see how
strong I’ve become, the lessons I’ve
learned and I’m proud of who I am.