Lulwa Naman


Lulwa Naman is a young poet. She explores the budding and dwindling of love with passion and melancholy. Her texts are powerful by simplicity and impactful for the truth they say about living and feeling without filters.



My grandmother was shaken

When my grandfather passed.

I went to visit her in Lebanon.

The first thing I noticed when I saw her

Was the way her eyes looked.

The way her eyes had changed.

The colour had altered to 

A swirl of mostly grey with few spots of brown.

The light that used to reflect

In her irises vanished.

The life that used to play around

In those big beautiful eyes disappeared.

And all she did 

Was sit

And stare

In silence,

Thinking about the man

That swept her off her feet.

It Was Like Staring Straight At A Mirror

When my grandfather passed,

My grandmother was silent for days.

Wouldn’t say a word,

Wouldn’t shed a tear,

Wouldn’t move a single bone.

She was motionless

And speechless.

The first words she said 

When she came out of the shell

She was put into from the shock were

He was my everything,

And I was his everything.

I should’ve left before him.

- Like Grandmother Like Granddaughter




Imagine a world where

Leaves stayed on the trees in winter,

Animals never hibernated,

Fishermen never fished,

The sun shining everyday,

And everytime you look up

There’s a rainbow above your head.

The image that is in your mind now

Is what it felt like in your arms.

- Heaven



It’s like when one of 

Your friends come over

And make a mess in your bedroom,

And your mum makes you clean up

The mess they made yourself.

I’m cleaning up the mess you made.

- Your Mess, Not Mine




Of Lyssa. 

Catharsis of Nature

Aphrodite had to decide 

Who she would choose to

Embody her spirit. 

I have no doubt in my mind

That person was me.

Everyday I feel her inside of me,

Urging me to do the things that I do. 

Urging me to feel the way that I do.

Urging me to do nothing other than simply


- The Most Important Thing




I didn’t see the water

Leaking from my bottle

Until I tried to take a sip,

And there was nothing left.

- You Took Me Out of Me


Estelle Hughes, l'auteure de ce blog est née au Cameroun, a grandi au Congo, étudié en France et travaillé en Inde, en Hollande, au Kenya, a Malte, en Espagne, en France et en Suisse.