Read Time:39 Second [Stage Fright]
I spoke
Not with a poke…
I couldn’t hear me
But how would I
When my voice rumbled
Like roaring thunder?

Podium beckoned
I stumbled towards her
Like a child groping in the dark
The thousand watching eyes
Pierced and cut through
Holding my confidence to ransom

I cringed and drifted
Cuddled the Mic with shaky hand
I wilted, like discarded vegetable
Alone under the scorching sun
Yet, eager ears nudged me on
Then came silence, trailing
The echo of my performance
The applause was a reprieve

Written by: Florence John
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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  1. Jonmanuels. – Abuja – I am a Nigerian, a Lawyer who is passionate about writing. I jump at every opportunity to read and write poetry. At the moment, I am working on my collection of poems. Hopefully too, my first Novel 'through the lens' will be published very soon.
    mailjonmanuels says:

    i was there. i saw it all. she is bolder than she thought. nice work ma.

    1. Kukogho Iruesiri Samson – Abuja, Nigeria – I am a media professional with experience in multimedia journalism, book publishing, content creation, web management, public relations, media relations, social media management, and client relationship management. My interests include multi-platform content creation and management, media relations, digital and print publishing, and youth-oriented social services. I am open to middle-level positions in organizations that encourage innovation.
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