WHISPERS OF INSPIRATION

I greeted Junior and Julius this morning. Then it occurred to me it's 1st July. In wishing Juliets Julies, Julius, Jumais, Jumbos, Julas, Judys, Judiths, Judes and even Judas on this corridor of July which was named after Julius Caesar, may God empower and fill you with strength. May He who has brought us this far continue to keep us on the right path so we make the best of the Joules in July. I wish you a blessed moon with new possibilities. Greetings ©KYB ✍🏿01/07/21

We envisaged a beautiful June in May, Blessed with some rains of hope. We embraced June with hope, But got embroid in this jaundice theatre at this junction of June-July. It's jingoistic to entertain this thoughts. It's sad how we now kill our own. It hurts to see lives wasted daily. It's becoming unfunny how these trends keep repeating in these short space. We cannot loss focus on the locus of the prowling hawks in the subregion. We cannot handle ourselves in this manner and smile at each other. If was bad yesterday, it can't be right today. Violence is undemocratic. We cannot continue like this. We certainly can do better, In taking care of each other, Instead showing ourselves where power lies. Stay safe. Take care. Greetings. ©KYB ✍🏿30/06/21

Listen to the silent waves. Listen to the sounds of the rain drops. Listen to the cool June-July winds. Listen to the Voice of the Creator. Listen and watch the changing tides. Shhhiiiiiiiiii! Listen to your heart beats Listen to the silent rhythm of time And enjoy the music of life Listen and listen to the counsel of ages and treasures the wisdom. First published on 27/6/2012. May your week be blessed. Greetings. ©KYB ✍🏿27/06/21

It is sobering to realise how people affect  lives. And like Albert Einstein we must realise that we are what we are based on the labours of others who may be living or dead. We are therefore indebted to our parents for bringing us into the world. We are indebted to the Traditional Birth Attendants, Herbalists, Nurses, Doctors orderlies, aids among others who played a critical part in making our arrival here safe. We are also in debted to all our parents, friends, teachers, priests, imams, and other mentors who taught, intructed, inspired and helped us understand certain qualities of strong character and about the essence of life. The list is endless but the intent to acknowledge the most high and people for being what they were or are to us the better it is for us to serve each other and be good to others. Stay blessed. Greetings. ©KYB ✍🏿25/06/21

As you live this day, remember that your actions, inactions, reactions, responses and silence will be judged, interpreted and analysed. Thus, NEVER underestimate the little efforts you can make with the gift of the moment. Greetings.🦚 ©KYB ✍🏿23/06/21

How do people describe your father👴🏿? Who do people say he was/is? How would you describe your father👳🏿 and the fathers in your life? We are told some fathers are expert at goal scoring, while others too are active providers, protectors and pacesetters. We are also reminded of some fantastic but absentee fathers who have vacated their post, and those who generously missed the green smiles of our growth. Time and again, we hear of fathers who's gallant toils and tears still stirs us. Truth is that some have long kissed the ghostly ashes of eternity. Some still stand like pillars of discipline and foundation in our lives, while others still inspire fear through their uncompromising postures and fiats. For whatever they were or are to us? For whatever they have been in our lives? One thing is clear, that our Fathers are responsible for something in our lives. They're either directly or indirectly responsible for we being where we're today. We may li

We sometimes feel uneasy or restless with noise within our minds, hearts and noise from our environment that obstructs our ability to carefully listen to the rhythms of nature and time. But the celebrated Raggae Icon Robert Nestor Marley reminds us in his song: Natural Mystic, that "There's a natural mystic blowing through the air, if you LISTEN CAREFULLY you'll hear. This could be the first prompting, might as well be the last. Many more will have to suffer; many more will have to die don't ask me why? Things are not the way they used to be, I won't tell no lie..." Similarly, William Arthur Ward opines that "We must be silent before we can listen. We must listen before we can learn. We must learn before we can prepare. We must prepare before we can serve. We must serve before we can lead." Maybe to live through the Epiphany of our Renaissance as a people, we need a continuous effort of transformation, the same way we nee