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Holidays
Whenever we were caught up with so much work in the office, we longed for public holidays. Then like rain on thirsty lands, we receive some update on a WhatsApp platform or online news website: some public holiday had been announced and was lurking behind the uninformed, waiting to see their surprised looks and giggles…
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I bring you blood
A cargo ship of hopesShipwreckedBeneath the sea’s toesLurkedGhosts of entrusted dreamsAnd progressHard-earnedSinking Foundations of steel sacrifices laidBricks of greed have replacedPaths of prosperity chartedOvergrown with weedAnd feetOf the coldhearted The Promiseland has become wastelandSince fallen heroes sankTo nether regionsAnd seasons have piled upon seasons The sea is no keeperOf wreckage it floatsBread cast upon the…
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Can you feel the silence?
The resilience of a peopleCrushed into hateLike juice of grapesTettered to constant shellingAnd constant sellingOf half-truths and half-bakedRealities by the media Surgical scissors and needlesMay sew woundsBut they can’t cup deep enoughTo reach the brokenness withinTo sew and stitchBroken hopes and promises Can you feel the silenceOf budding innocent lives mowed downBegging us to join…
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Echoes of a forgotten past
It was the kind of place everyone dreamt of goingNot because it was a place meant for the richBut because of the peace, quiet, calmJust something about the placeCalling the soul to come take a look at least onceIn a lifetimeSo many stories about the placeOf how great friends reconnected thereOf how people met the…
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Here he returns
I see him wave at familyAnd friendsAnd those in betweenAs he stood at the height of the airstairsGone to seek medical care abroadFor a diseases that has been knockingAnd he’s felt too scared to open Here he returnsAs a package flown in by airThe head of a family, mentor and leaderLying among luggageFamily confirms he…
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The reward of the resilient
PatienceWhen sprinkledInto boiling situationsTakes time to dissolveAnd colour complicationsWith its sweet, calm scent It’s a long lone roadThat journey between a dreamAnd it’s fulfilmentWhere tangible silenceQuestions one’s beliefsRendering faith brittle and cold No pair of handsCan stop the sun’s shineHave hope, even in the face of shame Don’t let these tidal wavesSink your calmBright sunny…
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I prepare the food basket
As I hurried with the basket of food over my headin the direction of the farm, I imagine the scene awaiting me: Students scattered across acres of yam moundsSome tilling, others weeding, the majority (girls)carrying weeds further off the farmland to be burnt I arrive, after a long walk towards the outskirts of the village…
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What could be going on in his mind?
A hunchback leans against the bark of a treeWatching football training sessions on a parkAs the bus I sat in circled a cornerI spot the smallish figure hiding behind the treeStealing every glance there is to gleanFrom the parkI stare, and wonderWhat could be going on in his mindDid he wish he could play like…
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I have found a new classroom
I have always been eager to teach, to share, an enthusiasm that has eroded graduallyto reveal its true face : prideToday, I embark on a new journey, one of silence, of listening, of paying attentionI have missed many important lessons and sessions of growthwhile I was gone looking for new converts to discipleI have achieved…
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My enemies have won
They said moans could be heard from the living room on the Sunday morning she died.It was a child playing on the compound who first heard her. Soon, many ears gathered. And eyes too, as they thronged the living room. There, Adzo, on the carpet floor, leaning against a sofa, her face and posture twisted…
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Recoil, reflect
RecoilReflectAbandon the unproductive habits The barren roads that yield only thorns Expectations that produce only hurtsCultivate the untapped potential within That niche you keep groping for Reserves of energy without limits These obstacles to happiness and positivity Are here to test what you’re made of to test your resolve your character patienceShow them what only the indomitable can doShow them by…
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Waiting, watching
This is a bus that goes to a city I once lived inA long time agoSeeing passengers getting ready to board itBrings back many memoriesMemories of hopes that never materializedAnd the blessings in disguise I now realizeNot many detours in life will be understoodThe bus leaves, I stare at the inscription behind itI imagine the…
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Believe whatever you like
Believe whatever you like. Time will test your convictions. Makes me wonder why we waste time advising and cautioning people. If their character, attitude, perspectives, resolve, or new path is a good or bad choice, time will tell. Perhaps the fact that time tests everything (buildings, rocks, mountains, love, hearts, loyalty, fashion, revolutions, empires, kingdoms,…
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Everything matters
I used to think of waiting till I am excellent at what I do before I begin, waiting to be perfect,waiting for the perfect conditions. I didn’t know perfection is a lifelong journey that only begins when we decide to start unprepared. I used to underrate the things I did. They seem to not have…
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The crash
A military helicopter crashed in my country recently, killing all 8 people on board. My first thoughts were “What was going through the minds of those on board as they walked into the helicopter?“ Did they sense it coming? Did any of them feel the need to step back and say they wouldn’t go but…
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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Barren Hills
She squeezes a note into his palmsI watch, wondering how he feelsScrubbing dirt to make ends meetI see the humiliation in his eyesAs he adjusts his cap to block off sunshineAnd prying eyes It’s a stageAnd not a fateOne faltering step after anotherThe financial cripple gathers courageTo wobble and finally walk To earn one’s name…
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Silence and tears
The prayer groundsWere not out of boundsTo anyone or anything, including snakesThat had come to prey Haven’t prayed in a long whileAnd as the thick jaws of hard timesClose in on meI head towards the mango treesUnder which we prayedAn isolated forest far away A silent bird perched in the cold drizzleAllowing its posture and…
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Blank sheet
Some days I don’t know if I am moving forward or standing still Don’t know if it’s worth pushing or best giving up Inspired some days and some other days, I just don’t know what to believe. Maybe this too shall pass. Tonight my mind is a blank sheet. Perhaps, a blank sheet too is…
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Next step
The higher the heightThe deeper the discomfort of climbingThe next step is the reward of the previousThe longer the steps upwardsThe bigger the reward
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So it has come to this
(I met a group of friends begging on the streets to support the family of their deceased friend in defraying the costs of burial, showing his picture to passersby. And I was inspired to write this poem) So it has come to thisBegging money on the streetsTo bury an old friendHis family sitsUnder empty canopiesWaiting…
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Another day
Nervous. Tensed. As I prepare for class. The truth, I haven’t read ahead of the class. It’s a discussion and I wonder what contribution I can offer. This is a small class. If you’re not prepared, it will be obvious to everyone. A word of prayer is all I could say, and hope for the…
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Rich mineral deposits within
It’s a world of abundanceAnd I couldn’t see The riches I soughtWere all within me The more I press towards my limitsThe quicker the mirage vanishesHow sad the little territory I was content with Email: Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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The Blast
It was a normal day just like anyWe were busy about our activities It was even the anniversary of a giant telecommunications network All over town people were in their colours, jubilant It was probably late afternoon Suddenly, there was a blastLouder than a bombOr anything that could be imaginedIt was the sun itself that…
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Deliverance
Woke up terribly sick. So weak I am unable to move or even scream. It was all so sudden. Went to bed feeling strong and well. How did all this begin? I tried to sit up, with great difficulty. Perhaps it was malaria. All over the room, I vomit, having no strength to go to…
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To the determined
It’s like a spell Like some decreeSomething worth havingIs rarely found in public spacesIt lurks in shadowsPlaying hide and seekEntering rooms that refuse to openTo visitorsExcept stubborn intrudersWho keep knockingRefusing to back offTill a locked door’s hingesBecome weakAnd fall apartTo the determinedAn obstacle is onlysomething that opens
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Potential
Didn’t know I had so much potential Till I started pushing myself To the limits It was hard at first But consistency lessened the burden Makes me wonder Just how many untapped reserves of creativity Are sleeping within Thanks to procrastination And unwillingness to break the limits Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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The Communion
Majitey suggested it first. No one thought of it as a possibility although a few members of the board heard of it as a joke by one Nigerian comedian. Make the Lord’s Supper a full meal. Sounded funny and absurd. They all thought Majitey was joking when he mentioned it. But he wasn’t smiling while…
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The Outcast (Page 53)
Not getting what we desire is sometimes a blessing in disguise we do not know. It took a lot of looking back on the past to realize what a blessing failures in certain areas of my life would have been. I was too desperate to always be a success. It doesn’t mean being ambitious is…
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The Outcast (Page 52)
I wasn’t used to studying in groups. Partly because I thought working with a group was slow. And partly because something in me made me to think I was wiser than my peers and didn’t need their assistance in any way. The fool that I was, pride wouldn’t let me see. It took a bold…
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Tomorrow is a scam
Never put any piece of your life on hold. Tomorrow is a scam. A bird in hand is worth two in the bush. And those two in the bush are yesterday and tomorrow. Right now in your hands is today, the present, in which you can do good, forgive, repent, adopt new habits and strategies…
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Winter ABC reflections
This year was my first time participating in WinterABC. It was a nice experience. I initially didn’t know if I could complete the challenge from June 2 to June 30. I am glad I was able to post consistently from start to finish. I would like to thank the organizers of WinterABC2025 for the good…
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Conflicts
I used to find it hard to relate with people after a heated argument. I thought of them as people who should be isolated, their way of thinking was hard for me to accept and I believed the best way forward was to have nothing to do with them henceforth. It took some time for…
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Movies
Some people see movies and television as distractions. I think everything has its place. Some see movies and television as negative influences on society. I think its a question of who has the tools of change in their hands and what sort of change they intend to engineer. I used to swallow many things whole,…
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The picture of a deceased wife
The picture of a deceased wife, on the wall. Seems to stare at the new woman in the home whenever she passes by it. It’s like a living picture, a window through which the dead the old wife could still monitor the affairs of her home from the underworld. It seems to frown whenever things…
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The night before the excursion
The night before that excursion, Ghana played against Uruguay, a key match in the 2010 World Cup tournament in South Africa. The Black Stars of Ghana had built up so much hope in the public and in many Africans. They were the only African team that had not being knocked out yet. There were even…
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Foggy hopes
Foggy hopesWhen you’re in a dire situationExpecting a miracleAnd you receive a messageTo send your detailsFor a money transferCould it be real?You wonderAnd imagine all the things you’ll doOnce that money lands in your lapYou dreamily draw a budgetDaydreaming even new clothes you’ll purchaseYou wait, like special forces on a missionFor the moment, the alertThat…
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My blogging journey
When I decided to start blogging, I was simply looking for a place to track my creative writing journey. I used to write on pieces of paper whenever I felt inspired to write a poem, story or idea down. These papers disappeared after a while thanks to carelessness. Even when I write in books, they…
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One Sunday evening
It was a Sunday evening. I was alone in the room. The lights were off, and I lay on the floor, half asleep. Then came a knock on the door. Wasn’t expecting anyone, so I wasn’t particularly bothered about waking to see who it was. Besides, my roommates had gone out. But the knocker was…
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One family
It hurts doing good sometimesBut I always remember one thingThat we are all brothers and sistersAnd God is Our Father WinterABC2025 Storytelling Festival Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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Performer and Spectator
What does a game teach us? To not wait till we are down by many goalsAnd suddenly start playing with all our heartsA few seconds to end of game A game is won off pitchWhere there are no spectatorsNo applause, only sweat and silenceIt’s where plans are rehearsed, modifiedCodifiedA large room for mistakes and improvement…
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The Outcast (Page 51)
Sometimes when a circumstance wants to strangle you, it invites you in slowly, tightening its grip on your neck gently, gradually. Soon, you find yourself gyrating in pain and regrets. Level 100, we were seduced into believing university life was cozy. And that, like a bus, we could waste away precious time and still find…
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Celebration bells chime
Celebration bells chimeCrowdsIt’s the sound of a multitude’s feetRushing to a chapelCuriositySeemed impossibleLike strange news in strange landsAllergic to happening on home soilYet here it wasThe season when the impossible blossomsAwakening the sleeping faithOf many doubtful onesIt’s a weddingThe kind that gives hopeTo many singlesThe long hand of faithClasped in patienceIs long enoughTo reach fruitsOutside…
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Sacrifices with no microphones
A house standsOn the expertise of many workersA structure of many materials A child is molded into usefulnessUsing clay of different huesSacrifices, compromises, sweat, coaching The higher a buildingThe deeper its foundationElements that will never be seenAnd given due recognitionFor their contributions But there is an eye aboveThat sees below and beyondNoting sacrifices with no…
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When I grow up
Refuse to growYou’ll soon be glowingIn the discomforting lightOf stunted growthIt’s a harsh worldWhere its builders banishThose who stay backLay backWhile everything around them is changing What does adulthood look like?A mirage for many youthSoon the illusionThat being an adultBrings immense freedom without responsibilitiesFades like echoes in a forgotten dream It’s those who sit in…
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Distant lands and distant tales
Distant lands look greenerTill the curious mind sails awayCrossing oceans, deserts and milesCrossing sticks, stones and thorns To discover that people in distant landsAre just like those back homePeople of foreign lands tooHave heartaches, headaches, and coughsBreakups, moments of joy and sorrowsThey eat, they dieBut as nature likes to reward the curious mindShe gives to…
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Finance
Being young sometimes feels like a spell. No matter what truths you’re generously supplied, there is always the tendency to dump them in a dustbin and insist on buying them with hard-earned years, with tears and a bit of one’s sanity. It seems humans are incapable of appreciating truths they have not lived. Maybe it…
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Married to the Game
I saw him everyday. In the mornings. Very early. Between 6 and 7am. The place I met him varied depending on the time I left the house. But so far as I stepped out around those hours, I surely bumped into him. He seemed to have no holidays, no breaks. Always in same clothes, soaked…
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Married to the Game
I saw him everyday. In the mornings. Very early. Between 6 and 7am. The place I met him varied depending on the time I left the house. But so far as I stepped out around those hours, I surely bumped into him. He seemed to have no holidays, no breaks. Always in same clothes, soaked…
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A visit to Lomé
They say maltreatments at one’s current place of abode or work is sometimes the mighty finger of God disguised as a mean boss or guardian, nudging one to upgrade, break camp and advance to some new place, higher heights. Usually sounds a nice philosophy to share but hard living it. I had plenty of misunderstandings…
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The Outcast (Page 50)
Exams time. First exams in uni. On various notice boards were displayed the exams timetable with the various venues. Something new to freshers like me. The key challenge was locating these venues. To avoid missing a paper due to the difficult of finding the venue, I noted the dates and venues for each paper and…
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Old vs New Books
Many old books are different from today’s books. And readers were much more curious about the content of a book than its title or cover page designs. Perhaps because of social media and many alternative forms of entertainment and sources of information. However, I strongly believe the old ways always pay. The efforts put into…
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Pause and Ponder
SometimesI have the feelingThat soap bubblesAnd the faces of many funny creaturesAre reflectionsOf some past livesFaces of individualsOf some very long time ago Just wild imaginationsForgive my wild wanderings But take a good look at this lifeA bubbleFloatingIn spaceNever burstingNever sinking in relationTo other elementsPause, and ponderIf these occurred by themselvesWhy isn’t the process replicating…
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Self Gardening
ConsistencyIn pruning off the excessSpendingsEatingSleepingWasting of time Helps the flowers stay fresh and attractive Prune off the old habitsOf impatience AngerBitterness Allow space for the new you to blossomWith smiles that never fadeNever tainted with jealousy Radiating satisfaction in self nurturing Give yourself space to growAt your own paceDefine a new youThat many won’t know…
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Feminism
Old keys may be unattractive Yet they’ve opened doors for many feetOld roads may seem too familiar But they are good escorts To new pathsLeading to new destinationsOld friendships may seem outdatedWhen one’s circle is updated Yet tests old pillars have withstoodShould not be underatedAgainst new erect ones untestedTraditions may seem oddBut they have their…
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Village river
I remember the river in my village. It was on the outskirts of the village, behind stretches of thick bushes beyond which lied no man’s house. Our house was among the last leading out the village. From our house, you meet a shrine belonging to one uncle, and from the shrine was one old man’s…
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Beaches of Abidjan
I stayed in Ivory Coast for four years. My stay there is a book of untold stories. Today, I share a paragraph. About my hobby. Where I lived was called Gonzagueville, in-between a Ghanaian community called Anani and a key port suburb called Port-Bouet, where the airport is also located. What is unique about where…
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A battle of double standards
It’s a sad trend. You set up a school, and to convince parents to enroll their children, you must prove the percentage of students who pass the final exams conducted nationally. School has become big time business. And so, schools will go to all lengths to get parents to enroll their children. Students know that…
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On Love, Marriage and Romance
When it comes to love, especially for a person seeking love, all I think of is persistence and self-upgrade. Anything can work if you push hard and are willing to put in the efforts required. But you certainly don’t want to pump your sweat and precious time into something that makes you constantly look back…
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The streets of Accra
Why did she call? I contemplate while hurrying home, checking the time on my phone every now and then. Would be odd to have her arrive there ahead of me. Those roommates of mine, we are at loggerheads so they won’t bother to let me know someone came looking for me. In my direction is…
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Africa and AI
Whenever new things are created, there are those who celebrate the new milestone and there are others who specialize in criticizing it. Sometimes, the criticism is constructive. Some people, however, are never interested in asking questions with the aim of getting to know new things better, and perhaps find out how to be better positioned…
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Self-made?
Someone once told me that wherever you see mango trees in their numbers in a straight line on a piece of land, it means someone planted them. Chaos is the natural seedling of nature and wherever you see order, you’ve seen footprints of a superior being. The basic message of this long parable is that…
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The fallen grain
Old habitsDisguisedAs impulsive urgesIt’s the same old trapTo get you goingNowhere Grow upFirst attempts are always clumsy But stick to tryingDay by dayOne day you’ll look backAnd see how every attempt Was a step forward Even those that led to a fallIt’s a fallen grainThat has a chance of Being nurtured by the soilTo grow…
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Democracy needs tailoring
When political opponents are seeking power, they are experts at critiquing the current government. They speak the mind and language of the masses, language that resonate with the plight of ordinary citizens. “Look at your condition and vote wisely.” they tell voters. And those in opposition are so good at exaggerating the problems of the…
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The Outcast (Page 49)
I had no brother older than me to orient me properly on university life and how to properly place my steps to make the most of my student life on campus. So, I sat myself down. “This is a new environment and this is your first time in uni.” I told myself. I convinced myself…
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African blogging, Western and Eastern influences
People blog for various reasons. Money. Fame. An outlet for bottled feelings. Warm-up towards a writing career. And when people write, a lot influences the content. The nature of a person (introvert/extrovert) can influence the extent they are willing to go in sharing information. People’s experience in writing can also influence what they share and…
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Gloomy night
I heard her. Splashing water into toilet seats. Kicking and knocking washroom doors to be sure no one was in there. Rolling mop buckets. I could smell the scent of detergents, and her grumbling. “So a human being really did this!” she blurted. I’ve always complained about the poor maintenance of the washrooms. Here was…
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Fascinating science
Mother came back from a hospital checkupShe said the white man is a wonderFor with a machine she knew not its nameThe doctor looked into her wombAnd saw all the babies she was going to have! The current one, and the rest to come years laterWe were stunnedHow could this be?Amazing the things happening in…
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Love finds you
She said love finds you. Perhaps it hasn’t found her, worthy, yet. We didn’t know why she wasn’t married, yet, at her age. We dare not ask. She wasn’t the approachable type. Besides, we wanted to live long. Didn’t want any tigress pouncing on our young lives. She was well advanced in years. And we…
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Scent of fresh paint
The scent of fresh paint on house walls MemoriesOf fresh beginningsof moving into a new house A tipof the icebergOf a goldmineOf simple life pleasuresTaken for granted https://wp.me/p4GQQl-CXc
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The Outcast (Page 48)
The first time I saw the University of Ghana was the day I was headed to my high school to get further details about my admission. It was always the main entrance I saw, nothing more. Each time I passed by in a public transport, the main entrance was always all I saw, with people…
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Strangers
We sometimes dream of one day making great connections, friendships that are deeply rewarding or important business contacts. In our mind, that ideal some day will be perhaps our first trip on a plane to a new land, a special dinner or some miraculous coincidence. We may even fantasize that during such special days we…
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The world doesn’t pity the poor
The sun was scotchy, and as its heat intensified, so did my fatigue and hunger. I doubled my steps, my mind working out shops to pass by and what to purchase so I wouldn’t get home and regret purchases that should have been made. Occasionally I would turn to be sure some reckless driver wasn’t…
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Lazy morning
I wake up, unsure what time it is. Can’t remember where my phone is. I doze off a little, waking again not knowing how many minutes extra I’ve slept. I look up at the windows. Slightly lit. Must be 5am thereabout. I grope in the slightly dark room, on my bedsheets, for my phone. There…
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The Games
It was a family fun day. But the arrangements under the canopies were not according to families. This was the Body of Christ so every person under each canopy was seen as family. I knew no one. Threading cautiously, I entered the venue, a park. Things were done differently in this new church. There was…
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The Outcast (Page 47)
It was one late night. We were sitting in the dormitory, chatting. This was after preps, a time all students revised their lessons or did assignments. I was no longer a student. But I stayed in the school’s hostel to help a staff with evening lessons for adults. It was the time Blackberry phones had…
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The wedding at Baaltazar
“I paid 10,000 cedis to rent this place for the wedding reception.” the groom told me. “Wow! That’s a lot of money.” I remarked. In my mind, I was calculating how many months it would take me to raise that amount of money. At least 12, if I were determined to keep my salary whole…
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Many unread chapters
Hard, wooden faceYou tell me moving stories I’m not moved MotionlessEmotionlessLike a treeIt’s not that I’m toughOr heartlessI’ve cried so many timesNow tears don’t comeEven when they’re supposed toI’m not bitterI’m gratefulTo God for all the trying times enduredSome show gratitude to GodThe instant He does something for themI like to keep my gratitudeChopping it into…
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Trouble, brewing
He did not say it, but it was written all over him. If the visitor pushed, Marlon would break from the mother church. The Archbishop was ill and this was not a good time to stir up trouble. There were already rumors that after the Archbishop dies, the church would split. There was a lot…
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Medieval Chapel
I enter a medieval chapelTrapped in the ancient architecture A distinctive atmosphere I grope for a labelI marvel at the mysteryAnd mastery Of the designsThe dexterity The pain and passion pumped into the projectImpressively appealing A signature of past lives and past timesIn its walls, I sense the sweat of the workersAnd the desperation of…
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The Outcast (Page 46)
Double standards. Same people who educated us about examination malpractices were asking us to make contributions to bribe invigilators because same invigilators who reminded us before the exams rules we were not to break, realized some broken rules could be mended with money. It was a chain and only the dumb ones were fed the…
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It’s an empty market
Hungry, I hurry to the marketAll along the way, I imagine the things I’ll buyOccasionally drifting off to think of other thingsI arriveAn empty market greets meHow?! Oh! I suddenly remember whyAs I look up to windows Of nearby hostelsAll shut, except a few squeaking in the gentle windsIt’s vacation today for the studentsDamn! Where…
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It’s a long story
I can’t remember what sent me there that morning. I had assumed she was awake by then. Many of her next-door neighbors were still asleep when I got there. There was one worker who was leaving early to work. He told me he heard her voice so I should knock a little louder. Perhaps she…
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Resilience is the color of Nature
Resilience is the color of NatureFeel her stubbornness in tough weedThat keep rising when crushedSee them rise among rocksAmong thornsEven on paths frequented by a million feetFeel her patience vibrating in the wavesCalculated moves and motivesLurking in the breezeSearching for soft spots of ships to strikeFeel her fearlessness, fury and focusMirrored in the faces of…
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The Outcast (Page 45)
Finally I traveled back to the city to prepare for my final exams of high school. It was the first time I was living on my own. I was to stay in a new hostel. The joy of living as I please without any parental control was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Joy beyond description, beyond measure. Little…
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I fear these dark valleys
I fear these dark valleysWhere echoes of footstepsHaunt meI dread these lonesome journeysWhere pieces of broken promises Jab meI fish these empty spacesFor something to fill the emptiness withinPalpable emptiness, all I catchI’ll revere these formative yearsAnd the tears, uncertainties and testsThey fed me Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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Live
LiveDon’t be a cowardRecoiling every timeYou’re struckYou’re hitYou’re sunkPushEmergeHit back, hit hardRefuse to remain underDon’t let them knock offThat smile, that shineDon’t let them dampenYour indomitable spiritYour optimism Stand tallFor agesBe consistently youNo matter what they do to youBe kind, full of smilesAlways extending a hand to the needyA hand to thoseWho have no one…
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Damaged reputation
Those momentsYou look backAnd wonderHow the hellDid I descend so lowTo these pitsHow did I bring myselfTo such humiliation To do such an abominable deedThe very things I speak againstPreach againstWas I under a spell? But instead of blaming fateBlaming othersBlaming circumstances I take responsibility It’s all my faultNow that I accept my ugliness And…
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Anakrosa
Poems, Flashfiction, Essays
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The Outcast (Page 44)
Our parents’ job requires being constantly on the move. And now that I had reached my final year in high school, they were transfered again, leaving the city for a town I had no idea where it was on the map. Never heard of the town before. There were many popular towns in our country…
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Mark and Tiffany
Mark thought deeply about what he was about to do. Risky, no doubt. But it’s in trying you increase your chances of success. But this trial was no ordinary trial. Failing will be unbearable. He thought deeply, slowly. He and Tiffany had been friends long enough. At first, whenever he asked a girl out, the…
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That furnace called Dreams
I am excited to announce the publication of my poem “That furnace called Dreams” on Pooja’s website. I would like to specially thank Pooja for showcasing my work. Here is the link to the piece on her website: That Furnace Called Dreams (Guest Post)
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Mighty Forts – Spillwords Publication
I am thrilled to announce the publication of my poem “Mighty Forts” on Spillwords.com. I would like to thank the Chief Editor, Dagmara K. and the formidable team at the Editing Department of Spillwords for showcasing my piece. As usual, a special thanks to Grace Y. Estevez and Sadje for the constant encouragement in my…
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Shame
The children were all looking beautiful. Even though it was a competition, the children were all happy to see one another, exchanging friendly glances and giggles. To them, it was just one of their usual fun times. To the adults, this was a warfare they were all determined to use any means possible to win.…
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What is maturity?
What is maturitywithout the ability to keep secrets? Why tell a secret if it increases the probability That trust will be brokenThat old wounds will be opened What is lifewithout timeTo tailor one’s lifestyle to one’s tastes? Why the hasteWhy the raceAs if this life is a competitionAs if being busy is what brings recognition…
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The Outcast (Page 43)
I was about knocking the gate as usual when I noticed something unusual: Voices and laughter emanating from the living room. Then the motorcycle of Mrs. Annette’s husband who should have been away on a work trip. Then the bicycle of the watchman who comes in the evening. What was happening? I knocked on the…
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Life different from ours
In the city where we live, life happens so fast. There’s hardly time to pause and remember even one’s own name. A month passes by like a silent wind, impossible to clutch and account for what one did with them. You’re neighbour’s with strangers for years and friends with people far far away. But here…
Diary of a Wanderer 