Standing out the thatched hurt
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 one 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
Its 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 ?

SHOW ME A FAITHFUL STEWARD By; Esther Esuga
Diligent in his responsibilities
Takes great delight in life's little gifts
Remembers the days of humble beginnings and never haughty in spirit

Handles his only talent with great enthusiasm
Does not feel that bravery lies in the act of insults
A faithful steward
Has respect for people placed in the position of power and authority

One who is meek and open to corrections
Hungry for wise counsel
Never ungrateful because of his understanding of the circle of life
He knows, PEOPLE ALWAYS NEED PEOPLE.
A faithful steward

UNTAMED By; Esther Esuga
A roller- coaster on a velocity that is totally  uncontrollable
A  fire that ignites, goes out of bound and wipes the greens away

 Usually very brief yet highly intense
Like a downpour of rain which should bring blessings
But, ironically destroys all the lovely, attractive and historic structures
That took one almost a life time to build

Very easy to wreck its destruction almost impossible to re-build such fondness
What could have been averted just within a splits second , ALAS!
It stings so deep that such wounds are nursed almost for a life time

When we already spoilt a supposed pleasant super
Realization comes in
What often time could have been avoided
We allow ourselves to wallow in such myopic feelings of the moment
And allow it to bring out the foolishness in us.

A WOMAN'S 'S REVOLT I By; Esther Esuga
I am the voiceless rendition
With no choice of mine
I am the inaudible presentation
With no initiative
Like an eraser, such, is blotted from the drawing 
I am the beast of burden
carrying the ugly faced weight through the Sahara
I can not rebel
I belong to the dreg in the society
Not having an opinion over a thing
For I do not count in affairs
I am the back bench-er
For we are told 
A Woman'S PLACE is in the kitchen .
I am Lord
My emotions are numb
As my breast milk become sour
Leaving the innocent infants with no food
I am swamped in the ***** of my own hurt
And no one can notice for a split second
In my mind's eye i shout and scream
But I am the voiceless rendition
With no choice of mine

Written By; Esther Esuga

Poetree Inn


A WOMAN'S REVOLT II By; Esther Esuga
I am the one with the sonorous rendition
 My words transports wise counsel to the minds of the young maidens
I am the feminine face to humanity
Man also but with womb
I am no weakling
I know my worth
My virtues are golden, pure and unique
I am bold, beautiful and desiring
I am the beautiful lilies that can not be crushed by antagonism and suppression
I KNOW how to put my home in order at the same time be relevant and sit on the front liner of my sphere
I am intelligent, bright and not doomed
I am the eagle that can soar high with her eaglets guiding them to the path of success
I AM THE SWEET VOICE
Pleasant, loud and clear
I am the one with the sonorous rendition


WRITTEN  BY; ESTHER ESUGA.