Such Is Life
/My 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
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Masked Masses
/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
Read MoreThe Scent of Herbs
/Returning home on foot after work
through a shortcut behind houses
poorly planned
bumped into a lady…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreGiant illusion
/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
Read MoreLove Made of Wax
/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
Read MoreStrange Times
/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
Read MoreSpill Your Feelings
/Have your loose lips
begun looting
your chances of success,
turning potential into…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreThey Sit Unsung
/Happy Mothers' Day to all…
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…know the fears
and hurts you hide
your deeds, like diamonds…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreNight Falls With Its Eyesores
/As 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
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