Poems from ngopes
Beach Memory:The Atlantic Ocean stretches
out its shore with miles of grey sand lapped by waves.
The Sun cast its halo upon
the face of...
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...