Gloomy lone minors
Clutching the bars of iron
Barricaded against the world
Peeping through the square holes
Casting a faint hope into nothingness
Longing for a touch of tender hands
Eyes have no more moist to weep
Throats are sore from tremor
Bodies are stiff from waiting
When will comfort placate you
When will nurture arrive?
Will the quest for fortune permit?
This same fortune will feed you
This same fortune will clothe you
The fortune that provides your need
Must be a crucial terrible thing
I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.