From January to December

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 bitter IMF'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 our solidarity.

From January to October, we've organized our outlook and offered our outputs in the hope of outpacing our original projections.

From January to November, we've had a nonstop noble notion of never giving up on the newness in the nest of days.

From January to December, we've tasted the dedicated deeds in Divine Grace even in days of some delicate dumsor drawings.

From April to August we've heard the happy births of newborns and also seen the painful exit of loved ones.

From June to July, we've heard daring jeers in the 'aluta' for better working conditions.

From March to May, the various low and high tides of life danced with our temperance.

From January to December, many have been left orphans, widows, and widowers.
Throughout the year, we've broken many resolutions, promises, and pledges, in our attempt to live.

Throughout these 364 days, we've seen a lot, heard a lot and we've been through a lot, and yet we still live.

However, the year has been;
However challenging it might have been, I just can't imagine how we've made it.
I can't imagine how our sails navigated through these tense turbulent waves.

But for that friendly deity of ages;
But for that merciful God who still loves and cares for us;
But for that wondrous kind God, who even feeds all living things including the homeless birds before dusk, where will we have been by now?
What will we have been saying by now?
What versions of stories will we be rendering by now?

Certainly, we have a lot to be thankful for.
So do count your blessings and remember to thank that Supreme Being;
Because if for nothing at all, He's guided our sails this far;
If for nothing at all, He's shown us LOVE beyond measure.

I just remembered to thank Him again and again for keeping us safe throughout this year. I appreciate your resilience.

Remain blessed. Greetings
First Published on 30th December 2015
©KYB ✍🏿30/12/2023