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Just a Nobody


The dead man was no one,
just a man in tattered clothes,
no shoes,
just a coin in his pocket,
no id cards, no bus ticket.
He was a nobody,
dirty and skinny,
a no one, a nobody
who clenched his hand before he died.
When they pried open his fingers,
this nobody,
they found a whole country.


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About the translation:
Poet:
Hama Tuma
Translator:
Hama Tuma
Original language:
Amharic
Issue:
2016 Number 1 - SOLD OUT - The Great Flight

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Hama Tuma

HAMA TUMA is an important Ethiopian political activist, poet and writer of satirical articles and short stories. His first col...

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Hama Tuma

HAMA TUMA is an important Ethiopian political activist, poet and writer of satirical articles and short stories. His first col...

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