Poems from ngopes

Village We walk miles of unpaved mud streets  of an unknown local village clustered around tree.   Its late afternoon, We ask for a cup of...
 That evening A smell of cooking maize coming from  rusty coal oven on the corner of an unknown street meets my nostril. The night bus...
It's lunch time, a fresh batch of Momo is cooking slowly inside on the noisy kerosene stove. A large circular aluminum dish carries an...
from the gate the street began its curve strong wind blew clouds of dust  over the face of the summer fields close by the meadows Of the...
Towards evening he used to cometo the local bus stop carrying his flat wooden box on top of his head. Its chambers filled with ingredients...

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