Author: Benjamin Nambu
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Footprints in harmattan winds
Trees, yawning in drought Forced to repent their decision to remain rooted instead of fleeing Their once wet barks Branded with scars from sharp gun rays As they stare down At footprints of families gone farming Fading in harmattan winds
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staring straight at a new dawn
Was growing up into a great donkey A sweet donkey everyone sat on And decided which direction it should go Walking miles in heat and discomfort Swallowing my complaints, careful to not spit them on gold diggers Didn’t even know I’ve got places of my own to go Finally found my path rather late Finally…
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Time passes by
Was watching an old movie A song of the good old days was playing Slowly, softly, in a bar As everyone danced their hearts out Most of the actors and actresses are dead The rest very very old Wondering if they could see today when they shall be no more Would they have danced more…
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Tips for runners
You will rise one day. And when you do, people will envy you. They won’t remember your sleepless nights, days of starvation, days you’ve been broke. All they will see, will be the comfort that seemed to have come to you so easily and how disadvantaged they are, to just sit and stare. Not all…
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Machine hearts
“I want to be a soldier!” It’s been his song since childhood Inspired by Batman And the other guy who gums and ‘degums’ himself from buildings to save a girl in danger Little did he know that soldiers wear uniforms Much larger than the passion to defend the defenseless It’s only from high up here…
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Talent Management
I know a rapper who was so talented that I couldn’t believe there will be any point in his music career where his popularity would wane. Unfortunately, he’s begun falling gradually and I was so sad to see it. To me, the problem is mentorship. When artists get to that point where they are managers…
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No Limit
Sometimes getting some things done is like getting unto a moving bus. The longer you wait, the more speed the bus picks up. And there are certain buses once you miss, you might as well give up on wherever you think you are going. What sometimes keeps you from implementing very good ideas you come…
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Surrender
The sermon hooked her and squeezed tears from her backslidden soul Her hard heart became a punching bag for the preacher’s punch lines Many times she’s come to this point On her knees Where she’s laid it all down She hopes That this time she’s come back It will be the end Of borrowing without…
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