Empty Streets
The empty streets reek
Of a strange emotion
The mysterious impression
Drains the freshness of the air
Like the blend of cuisines
Leaking from a million weary pots
Dwellings are inclined
To keeping the knobs as are
Just like they should the dwellers
Hiding in the privileged dwellings
From the starving dark shadows
Passing by the reeking empty street
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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.
Desert streets also in Milan, Italy
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This is the first time I’m seeing a deserted street in broad daylight – in a busy city. Lockdown started for us yesterday.
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Unfortunately ours are not. We have twice as many people here in the winter, than all year round.
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I never knew ours could be… in a city overflowing with lively people. It’s one of those things.
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