Benjamin Nambu
/ GreyThoughts.InfoAs night falls with its eyesores
hawling memories of the day beyond the horizon
hordes of people return home
some to mess, and debts
murmuring in low tones…
By Benjamin Nambu
I turned to find mother crying. I did not understand why. But I always kept the incident in my heart, together with the storyline of the movie we were watching that…
By Benjamin Nambu
Sometimes on your writing career journey, you come to that point where you feel you have nothing to write about, and might never get something to write about …
By Benjamin Nambu
My weakness was that I couldn’t be discreet. Which was why when I fell in love with the cook, the affair was like an open secret. Was it love? I couldn’t tell what label to put on a mixture of lust, loneliness and …
By Benjamin Nambu
…sat on the floor, my back against the bed, staring through the open window at the palm fronds swaying in the strong …
By Benjamin Nambu
For me, red wine is symbolic of pleasant memories.
It was a windy Sunday afternoon in late December. I did not go to church that day. My habit whenever I didn’t have money for offertory. Or felt guilty of a secret…
By Benjamin Nambu