WHERE IS THE GLIMPSE I By Esther Esuga

Standing out the thatched hut

I see the seamless closure of the windows

The gloom that I smell is very intense

And I also feel the zero percentage of chance staring at me bluntly

I hear the silent sobbing of the helpless walking down and stilling my nerves

At this point, I am bereft of all form of wisdom and understanding

What can I possibly say to make these ones ever feel elated?

I  say to them just hang on, soon...

And they say we have heard that before.

Then, I THOUGHT TO SAY YOU KNOW LIFE IS IN PHASES...

And THEY SAY even that too

It's not a breaking news

Something new walked on the platform of my thoughts

Happy I was to bring this...

Then I said it can only get better ...

They all cut in and asked 

WHERE IS THE GLIMPSE ?