Diary of a Wanderer

Tag: art

  • sticks in my ears

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    a wet rug was placed over the hot lantern chimneywhen the rug had soaked up enough heat and could no longer breatheit was placed over the fresh wound on my legI squirmed, screamed and tossed in painThick arms gripped me, so that the wet, hot rug could engage in a long lick of my woundmother’s…

  • End of play

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    We had been rehearsing for weeks, although I had no clue what it all meant and for what occasion. But from the repeated motions day in day out, I figured out some pieces of the puzzle : it was a play about a baby who was to be visited by shepherds. Who this baby was…

  • Sick with the quagmire

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    you’ll sing better songsthis thirst for changewill make you drink ideas till you’re drunknobody reaches the heights you’re aiming for sobermany your kind have been hereit’s the same ancient pathdifferent faces, same heart ……………………………………………………. Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839

  • wake every beast

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    honed every skilltried every trickcombed every streetwoke every beastcrossed every seatossed every diceate every lielicked every woundpaid every duesplayed every tunedealt every cardtook every chanceknocked every doorfought every dogticked every box yet for all my effortsa harvest of winds but I keep pressing onunrelentingly                   https://wp.me/paf3ao-m3z

  • Gone with the wind

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    There are days nothing spectacular happen in our lives. Just routines. And yet one day we look back, and miss those ordinary times. Like I am looking back right now and seeing myself beside a tomato farm right behind our school wall. Almost everyday, while teaching in a classroom on the last floor, I stole…

  • Bleak house

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    Already, they were suspicious. So, my going there was a gamble. Part of my reason for going there was to gain their trust. That was why when they offered me a meal, I did not hesitate to thank them and head towards the dinning table. They had eaten already, so I was the only one…

  • A little boy behind a window

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    A little boy stands behind a window, watching passersby. First comes a grandma with her granddaughter and a dog, moving past the window pane, like characters on a giant TV screen, moving from left to right. Their steps fade away, together with the constant grunts of grandma. Boy couldn’t tell whether they were meant for…

  • Deliverance

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    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…

  • The Communion

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    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…

  • Gloomy night

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    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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