Benjamin Nambu

Diary of a Wanderer

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Temporary escape

The tourist site we were to visit was changed at the last minute, a day before the D-day. Naturally, our youth leader was furious. He was making the final announcements in church on Sunday afternoon when suddenly the changed destination was mentioned by a woman in the congregation, confirmed by the mother of the assistant…
The sign

I couldn’t wait to get home, to showcase my new cooking skills, the various local foods of diverse African nationalities my travels had made me discover, and the genres of African music we were not used to hearing in our country. I have always thought a home should be a place of love, where family…
salty guilt

she leansagainst the wallhands at her back, face downsalty guilt eroding hermake-up layers of sadnessarranged like a cascade hookher drooping shoulders
Do we really need all this time? —Opinion piece – 6

I have come to realize some thing that sounds a bit controversial, a point in my life where I am unlearning things I’ve made myself believe for so long. I used to be obsessed with longevity, always working out to stay fit, hoping to live longer (there is certainly nothing wrong with staying physically healthy).…
opening the cage

my departure time approachesmy heart pulsates with anticipationit all seems like an unbelievable dream and the sight oftravelers verifying ticketsarriving taxis offloading luggagefinely dressed passengers finishing off goodbye messages to onlookers who came to see them off sends gentle shock waves of excitement throughout my body as varieties of whiffs of sweet-scented perfumes whisk past…
Interactions with a book- 5

The new book I’m currently reading is “Love must be tough -New Hope for marriages in crisis” by Dr. James Dobson. The quotations below from his book summarizes what I have read so far (I’m on page 35) : ~”If marriage is to last a lifetime, then it must not accumulate and preserve resentments that…
The road to Damascus -page 5

I used to attend one of the top senior high schools in the country. Everything there was unlike its reputation. Many teachers were mostly absent from their post, and whenever they showed up in class, half of their teaching hours were dedicated to sharing jokes that had nothing to do with the lesson at hand.…
Retracing the steps – 5

For a long time, I kept turning down girls who were interested in me. I thought their expressions of love were immoral. That was what my Christian upbringing made me believe. In my little head and small mind, all I saw was me waiting for that day when I had my own apartment, a secure…
A beautiful day

It is raining right now as I am typing this post. It’s night time here in Accra, and it’s great to be alive. Thanks be to the Most High God for a beautiful day such as this. Being alive and well shouldn’t be taken for granted.
a day at the circus

i find my pearls tramped and mixed in miredamn! what looked like a giant chest was in fact a small stythe swine! and their foul snouts!the clowns are not to blame https://wp.me/p2Uccu-fvC