Benjamin Nambu
/ GreyThoughts.InfoMy people hardly traveled. Those who did were few. And everyone knew them. Because they were usually the multilinguals in the village who brought news, songs and tales of other lands to our…
By Benjamin Nambu
The room heaves with my sighs
its walls browning from the stewing solitude
as I listen harder pass the noise outside
I hear the familiar footsteps of …
By Benjamin Nambu
Returning home on foot after work
through a shortcut behind houses
poorly planned
bumped into a lady…
By Benjamin Nambu
Fear, doubts, the long years and motions
morphed into a giant illusion
of an end that would never come
and of tides that would …
By Benjamin Nambu
No matter how bad things…
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Our love, made of wax, dwindled the longer it lived
like an echo, i disappeared when ignored
your promises kept coming but never …
By Benjamin Nambu
It all started with village folktales. Of ghosts loitering in the silence of midnight, stalking a wandering stranger or a lone recalcitrant youth returning home…
By Benjamin Nambu