The Stranger Kpkuang 2021 · No Survey

One night, a fire broke out in the grain storage. While others ran for water, Kpkuang walked into the flames. When the smoke cleared, the fire was gone—and so was he. Only on the scorched ground remained a single carving: a figure with no face, walking toward a sun that never set.

His eyes held no malice, only distance—like a man watching a shore he'd long since sailed away from. He traded carvings for bread, never asked for shelter, and slept with his back against the baobab tree. the stranger kpkuang

Some say he was a spirit. Others say a traveler cursed to never belong. But all agree—the stranger Kpkuang was never truly a stranger. He was just passing through, the way silence passes through a crowded room. One night, a fire broke out in the grain storage