MY LOOKS
BY IDIEGE NOEL So I remember how I journeyed alone from the West to the South a far away land from my residence to my motherland where I sit. So I look. Looking so depressed as it is the first time of leaving home to a place where I have to be alone I moan. I moan not because I do not want to further more but because I will miss my family the more So I look. Looking like a Johnny Just Come I had to find friends who can make up as brothers and sisters so that they can cover the gap of my siblings and become once again, part of my little family I looked. So small looking among giants I wondered within me if I could stand gallant and make my aim paramount So carefully I looked. I looked at my tutors and thought if I could tutor Nevertheless, it started not too long as I tutored my juniors. Not too long looking, I found a family I could call my own. A periodical one though but life took another pen and taught me what I never knew