WHISPERS OF INSPIRATION

There are many times you have tired to impact. There are several precious hours you have committed to the process.  There are many low and high tides you have to deal with along the line. There are those naysayers you got to deal with in your strives.  There are countless sacrifices you made to in the course of your work.  So as we honour our gallant workers who labour in the Chambers of duty-bound careers,  It is only proper to salute every worker in our society.  Here's to honour your invaluable contributions to progress. Here's to celebrate your perseverance and commitment to success.  Here's a note to acknowledge all you go through to make the outputs you consistently make.  You may only see it as your job but these are things that keep our society running.  Thank you and please keep shining in your endeavours. Your resilience and dedication to excellence shall be rewarded. Warm wishes on this Labour Day! ©KYB ✍🏿01/05/2024

Some sceneries are pleasingly pleasant Some spaces are sparklingly superb It’s the habitat of hope for many inhabitants Earth remains the home to behold. Several souls talked and walked on this planet Several tried conquering pieces of the Earth Several possess the fat of harvests with glee Forgetting that Earth remains the home to behold.  As a homespun of hope, abundance is its call As a place of presence, affluence is its command As a mother of nature, wealth in its well’s subsists, Yet Earth Remains the home to behold. Home is the grounds for healthy habits  Home is the arena to grow great giants Home is the call to rectify planet-plastics trial To make mother Earth the home to behold.  #Happy World Earth Day ©KYB ✍🏿22/04/2024

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