WHISPERS OF INSPIRATION

You have a testimony of gratitude to share. You have a story of hope to share this day. You have a reason to live in this new season. You have a responsibility to excel in this day. And it is my wish you have a beautiful day filled with positive energy. Greetings t o you. ©KYB ✍🏿27/02/2024

In the new moon of the new year, Comes hope for a new beginning. At the beginning of this journey, Breathes a new essence of progress. In this year of unique learning and unlearning, In this year of perseverance in our purposes, In this year of mindfulness and acting with caution, May we be blessed with the wisdom to remain relevant. May we be blessed with patience navigate around the year, May our love for the common good reign supreme in all we do. And may good health and the favour of the Most High be our portion throughout the year. May our steps be guided even as we give our best in this journey. Remain sanctified ©KYB✍🏿01/01/24

Several years ago, I went to town not to crossover or watch the might of the last day's night but to feel the air of the last day. It was somewhat noisy, phony, and funny but I just didn't like the depth of creativity in the way Christians were using to cash in on the last day of the calendar. Today is D-Day or call it the mother of all nights or the Climax of all the overs: in Crossover, Climb over, Crawl over, Jump over, Scale over, Scream or Shout over, Sprint over, Run over, Pray or Push over, Watch or Walk over, Take over, Limp over, Jet over, Dive over, Lift over etcetera. It's not just enough to do the watch night and the so-called crossing-overs but to soberly reflect on our lives, and our attitudes in the past 365 days. We need to interrogate our efforts, our Care, our thoughts, and our actions or inactions so that we will individually and collectively access ourselves. Even in our reviews, overviews, and counterviews of our efforts in 2015 we can&

From January to January, we've heard intriguing news of the jingles in our smiles. From January to February, we've heard frivolous tales of our begging state. From January to March, we've matched the transitional tricks of our Master's shadows. From January to April, we've argued our approaches to advance the averse averages in our areas. From January to May, we've marveled at God's marvelous mercies on our merciless murky moves. From January to June, we juggled and survived the trauma of needless perennial junctions of survival. From January to July, we've judged the jumpstart in our journey of jogging with our limping economy and the possibility of accessing the b itter I MF's relief. From January to August, we've adjusted the distasteful grief in our creed of greed which still bleeds the blessings in our nation. From January to September, we've stepped and stumbled on the sages and stems of a sticky flood that stoked ou

With Thanksgiving we crawled to crossover to this year. We entered the class of 2023 with renewed expectations, We joined the class with hope and resolve to inch higher. We stretched our yearnings in our white gear with glee, At the permission to exercise the gift of life in 2023. With the epiphany of the inceptions, We had the baptism of some pleasant unpleasant news. There were some unexpected expected goodbyes. There were economic downturns that touched our smiles. All in the process of the 2023 class. With some miracles here and there, We trekked the evidential path of experience of liveliness. We learned lessons through our encounters and engagements. There were low-high or high-low important rewarding moments. All in the vicinity of the 2023 class. With the melting pot of people, culture, influence, power, We remember the flooding that overwhelmed our comfort. We recall the vulnerable tears and the solidarity of our people, All in the memorable 2 023

With the bills of the cold dawn long gone, The bliss of restless sunshine rises In the armpit of the Harmattan avenue. The grey scales of the sky spins, As the pale air parts the lines, In the arms of the Harmattan avenue With the heatstrokes of the noon shades, The light dusty particles rises to our toast, In the hands of the Harmattan avenue. On this dry streets of a season, The thirsty streams swings sluggishly, As the wailing withering leaves drops, In the corridors of the Harmattan avenue. From this Harmattan avenue, Accept my best wishes of the season. Greetings to you. ©KYB ✍🏿16/12/23