Tag: nuruddin_farah

He knows, too, that he is only postponing his own death

Time passes, as slow as death

Everything is still for a while

I’ll do all I can do to spare your life

One wrong move and you’re dead

And your clothes, where are your clothes?

There is no innocence in this city

With no book to read and no one to talk to, he fell asleep on the garden bench

Still, he doesn’t look back, thinking that that is the way of doom

There are benefits to being of small size, after all

He does not want to fail; he cannot afford to fail