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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.

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