temajung-michael
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. after been brilliant in primary and high school, he moved to the capital city yaounde where he enrolled in the university of yaounde 1 in the faculty of history. Currently (2015) he is in his third year in that university. he likes reading and he reads vigorously. he likes writing poems for pleasure even though very busy with school alonside other things,His first poem " IS THERE STII HOPE?" was a big hit and stayed on the billboard on poemsclub for months as one of the best poems.It also won him his first contest prize ever which made him very proud. His other great poems include; "lucifer's incessant destruction, to my father, when am no more" amongst others. can be contected via [email protected].
It was in the early hours of the day
On a tuesday 24 years ago,Though Raining cats and dogs,Her cries still pierced the air.For she was in agony.
Sooner than expected,the baby's cries were heard,
He cried loud and long
For the Baby was a lad.
She was an ebony of noble blood
Whose beauty was gifted by aphrodite.
As meek and gently as a lamb, she was.
Yes!! She was indeed a lady.The noble lady who bore the child, was my motherThe child born is Me
Though she sits out of Earth,Never a day has she ceased being my mother.
Yes!!! Am 24. No big deal
God has done it again.
Happy birthday Michael Tanjang-Happy birthday to me
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
This icon was as noble as a king
in many ways as wise as solomon
but great was he like Chris Himself
His voice was as soft and touching as a fairy’s
in many ways he was as meek as a lamb
with garments as opulent as if made in heaven
His songs made the world tremble
and his sight made people fumble
in music, he was invincible
He danced beyond measure
his dancing style was unique
the way he arrayed his dresses on him was unique
He was as rich as solomon
for the gold he amassed was beyond measure
he could turn black to white
when he danced, what a sight!!!
and when he monwalked, it was a marvel
when he twisted people were mesmerised.
“King of pop” he earned the title
grammy amonsgt other awards bored him
MJ was a supernatural being
As humans we have flaws
he was no exception
for he was a human
At two scores and a half
our icon breathed his last
bringing sorrow to our world
He will forever dwell in our minds
for he was a man who knew no bounds
for his songs still thrill people
MICHAEL JACKSON, I LOVE YOU
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
In my new home I sat in for ages
everything strange save my shoes without laces,
to this area I came *** I had an obligation
which was nothing more than my education
I never felt at home
because i knew I was all alone.
Joining a horde I couldn’t bring myself to giggle
feeling so strange nobody saw my dimple
I felt all eyes on me
from my head to my knee
everywhere I went, all was stare
so home I went afraid to be caught in the snare.
On my way to my cabin
I passed some children who were nagging,
pointing at me, one shouted to the others
“behold ! here comes a stranger”
“stranger with a long nose” they chanted
and threw stones at me as I ran
A stranger indeed I were
oh! oh! how sad is it to be away from home
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
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.
she didn’t have gold,
but her eyes glimmered like emerald that wasn’t old
I was entrapped in her snare of beauty
I lost myself and my sense of duty
for she occupied my thoughts all the time
when told of my love for her, she accepted with time.
never had the temerity to tell her of my love face to face
of my love for her, I told her thru the phone with grace.
Alone at home, I longed to meet and tease her
and my lips longed to kiss her
I lost my appetite for food
knowing am in love, I thanked God for being so good.
for us to meet, we schedule a date
that day I ate just a grape
Across the street I saw her looking,
then seeing me, she lost her footing
running towards me, she forgot she was in the street
in her hand dangled a packet of sweet
she didn’t hear my voice to lookout
then there was a loud “BANG”.
Sprawled on the asphalt was my love
as I knelt beside her, I was at a loss
pumping from her was blood
seeing it many people shouted “oh lord”
there and then my love died
when I fainted, many persons thought I had died
I cried in my doom
and for years my face was in gloom
I never had the chance to tease her
I never had the chance to kiss her
I cried in melancholy
and thought of myself unholy
I never had the opportunity to love again
and I can’t bring myself to love again
FOR MY LOVE IS GON
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Like the burglar thats attracted by money,
like the **** that’s paid to ****
so they got enticed by our gold, our diamond and our oil.
so they came to steal, to **** and to destroy us.
Gold coast,Ivory coast , South Africa,Cameroon amongst other countries were attacked…
they stole our gold,
they stole our diamond
and they stole our oil.
when we resisted, they **** us with their inhuman policies
like aparthied in S.Africa,
and by destroying us, they took us as slaves.
we now live in ghettos and slumps
we die of poverty and famine
they are the ones responsible for our plight
their coming to Africa has brought nothing good
for they came to STEAL, to **** and to DESTROY
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
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.
with nothing to offer you but my heart and soul,
you decided to go away in search for gold
leaving me in melancholy and jeopardy.
I cried for my loss; I mourned for my tragedy.
you overlooked my errors when I had affluence
but now you underlook me in every sense
you yearned for my love before
now you snoop me unlike before,
you disgraced me amidst my friends
and you broke our engagement, caring less;
You called me “sweetheart” before
while now you call me merely “Michael”
everything you do to make me hate you
doesn’t hurt me and I curse myself for it because
am still in love with you.
My father disowned me because of your sake
and I nearly drowned in a lake
you showed no care when i broke a leg
and you left me while sick in bed
you called my mum a *****
and in my absence you stole from my meagrer store
I can’t put your deeds in words for it is long;
for after all that you did to me
am really confused and i curse myself for it
for…for… for.. am still in love with you
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Pharaoh Tutankhamun graced the Egyptian throne,
A ***** brisk and spry.
From his majestical hands, dangled a scepter
And on his handsome head, sat a crown.
His empire was at its peak
For he wielded influence all over africa.
The bearded Europeans and nubianS sought his protection
For egypt, was a haven.
So organised was the land:
Amun-re and maat protected the people,
The country grew with the help of viziers.
Agriculture was a noble profession in the land,
As her economic markets were the best in the world
Egypt gave light to Greece and Mesopotamia
For her civilisation altered many a life.
And also, was the birth place of man
Such, was the land of egypt
The middle ages stroke and Europe went to sleep
But mama africa gave birth to many strong children:
Ghana, Mali, Songhai and many more
These children shoke the world with their riches and organisation.
Such was the history that africa recorded before they came.
Fredriech Hegel in want of speech said:
“Africa never had a history before the whites came.”
Such a mediocre declaration from an illiterate
For in place of his brain, graced a kidney.
Africa was well civilised before the bearded people came:
We had a religion
We had education as seen in egypt
We had a well organised system in all aspects.
We had everything needed for prosperity,
We attracted them with our gold, thus they came.
But most of all, we believed in equality.
Such was africa before they came
But when the bearded people came,
They altered our ways and put us in stocks
Then said: “we had no history.”
Oblivious that africa had made history,
BEFORE
AND BEFORE
THE
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
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 ****** her blood,
For many a year, she was continuously being ******
As she was being ****** 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 ****** 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 **** more blood
And from that same human, it continued ******* 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 ***** 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 **** her with no mercy.
NO HUMAN, NO ANOPHELES MOSQUITOE
NO AFRICA, NO FRANCE
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
All was a light
As I came back, tired at night
The lass had just moved in
Against her wall I did lean
And throught a broken pane, I saw her.
sweet brown, slim and enticing.
Bending low, I noticed she was reading.
“tap-tap-rat-tap” I rapped her door
And there she stood beside me,
smiling, revealing white teeth,she said unto me:
“Sheila, they call me”and extended a hand
“Michael, nice to make acquiantance” I replied behind.
Her eyes were so charming
So too the lips,succulent and tantalizing
“Am your neighbour” I whispered;
“So am the girl next door”, she countered
Staring at her, I felt a sudden flush
And smiling beautifully, she did blush
“Tomoroow morning then” I whispered
“Yes tomorrow morning, goodnite Michael”
In bed for two hours she occupied my thoughts
And when the lids closed, she came
It was so real to be a dream
Yes she came…the girl next door
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
i beseech thee to answer
is there still hope???
Forgetting their vows of chaste they become lecherous
fighting for power, they become ambitous.
their actions make people shock
for they forget why they put on the cassock.
respect for God, our clergies no longer have
but so greedy with the things they have.
they dont mix with the poor to help them spiritually
but go for the rich to enrich themselves.
churches are now business centers for money
clergies bless only those who make the offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE STILL HOPE??
They stand as if pious to duty
but these our policemen are pious to money,
they check not the motor
but go for “500frs” which is their motto.
they can be seen standing with zeal
hands stretch, they stand still
first, they could be seen to stamp
after collecting bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE STILL HOPE??
The rich live mysteriously
and enjoy themselves like angels
while the poor live in mysery
and die because of negligence
TO YOU, IS THERE STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in Cameroon is a virtue
it is practised in all offices
thieves go in broad daylight unscathed
while the innocent ones are caught and they cant fight
My country is said to be democratic
but elections have never been smooth
for thirty one years the president has stayed in power
using deceit and the gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT SHOULD BE??
virgins have now liquidated themselves
they prefer being ravished
everywhere you go you stumble on prostitutes.
my black girls don’t like their colour
they prefer to strive to be whites
thus, monsters they become in a bid to peel their skin
very few believe in “black is beauty”
Brothers copulate sisters
while fathers copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE???
Source; IS THERE STILL HOPE???|Inspirational Poems
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC