Benjamin Nambu

Diary of a Wanderer

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Your past came knocking – A poem

Your past came knocking It came with a message packaged in the person of your Ex The urge to open it was strong But I resisted Wanted you to read it and tell me what it means for us Whatever you decide I just want you to know Darling, my collection of happiness That you…
Moonlight – the full story.

It was midnight. From the hill on which our cottage stood, I saw the eyes of an incoming bus dilate with delight as it peeped through the fog that had pinned itself to the wet, virgin forest. Everything around the cottage had taken on the the greyish look of the moon stuck against the indomitable…
A seat reserved for you – a motivational piece

Just before you master a new job or task, your duties usually seem overwhelming and if you listen to your instincts, you might think giving up is the best thing to do. That is the very moment you need to hold on. For soon, you get used to the task that initially seemed unbearable. It…
One day – motivational piece

One day you will meet someone who still has an attitude you gave up a long time ago when you saw that it brought about no progress to your life. It will be a sign. A sign of how far you’ve come. A sign of progress. A warrior once had to lie half naked in…
Kanté is growing

The merciless Ivorian sun crushed tarred road into simmering waves. Illusion beckoned Kanté to keep looking into the distance for evidence. And whiles looking, past memories gently crept into his mind as he trudged through the enervating heat towards his favorite restaurant for his lunch break. Food. Food. Food. All that had been on his…
united we fall – The complete story

-our sister Lalé was robbed last night. She was returning from work around 1am and noticed a dubious figure following her at a distant. She quickened her pace. So did her intruder. Upon reaching the gate to the house, she found it locked and she began screaming, “Thief! Thief! Thief!” But no one came out…
Machine Heart – Part 2

Footsteps of neighbours returning late from work soon died down into the silence of midnight, occasionally broken by distant howling of dogs and eerie hooting of owls. Diallo lay in his room, unable to sleep, looking out of his open window at the half moon skating across the sky, above the thick fog that sat…
You are dying slowly.

You are bleeding. You are losing blood. You are losing life. You are leaving us little by little. You are looking too far ahead, far ahead to that day when you too can relax and have your money work for you, to have others work for you – a day and time when you will…
Linda Ngissah

One evening, while returning from a stroll in the woods, I found a moist, torn piece of paper on the floor with a very beautiful drawing of an African mother scolding her child who is about setting off to school. I stood in those woods for minutes, admiring the creativity of the artist in capturing…
Machine heart – a short story

5pm. A hazy Friday evening. Two colleagues are alone at the backseat of their company bus. She was talking, her elbow on his shoulder, turning away shyly whenever her eyes met his. “I can hardly get you off my mind. At work when you see me busy at my desk…on my phone..it’s just a facade..it’s…