By Gloria O’koye
Hope, is like a dwindling star in the
Darkness parts of the universe.
It gives signs of life like ripe fruits
Filled with seeds to be dispersed.
Grows amongst the driest of places.
Hope,
Is like the essentials of maintaining a
Bountiful garden.
No space for procrastination but to push
Forward!
Hope,
Is like watching the Northern star
In the middle of the ocean at night.
Pitch noir can attract fear.
That shining light is the guardian
Angel if you just have trust and hope.
Allowing that angel take you home,
Even when angry clouds is right in front
Of your sight,
Your spirit is shook.
Hope,
It is like roaring rain clouds that represent the ending of famine and drought.
It’s showers are like answered prayers,
Quenching the coarse throat in
Spiritual deserts,
After screaming where is
The Higher Entity?
To hear their cries from far out
Hope,
Is like that neighbourhood aunty
That unconditionally play the hood hero
For kids that may have not felt safe at
School, or home.
Hope is the epiphany of a village raising
A child,
Instead of being destructive
Just trying to do everything alone.
Hope,
Is like a bunch of friends
Who wants to see the best for you.
It won’t sugarcoat, nor let you drown,
Hope will always want the best for you.