WHISPERS OF INSPIRATION

We saw the swift sail into September, We savoured the subtle sentiment of souls All i n the sunset of September. The signs and significance of services, Stepped up our stake in the scenes of yet A beautiful sunset in September. With subtle sweats and spots of social sequence, We script our standard gratitude to the Most High For guiding us to this sunset of September. May those grieving be consoled? May those celebrating be joyful. Cheer up with a Thanksgiving tune. Greetings ©KYB ✍🏿30/09/23

There is someone we know Sitting on the sound stall of hope. There is someone we know Striving to smile in this mile. There is someone we know Stirring the value of care from afar. There is someone we know Who appreciates & is happy to know YOU. There is someone we know Sending you blissful weekend wishes Greetings from someone we know. ©KYB ✍🏿23/09/23

Sufficient Reasons have been adduced for why this transformational and visionary l egend is being celebrated. In the ins and outs of leadership, the contradiction of what is said and done at a time of severe economic challenges,  amidst the deadly-silent gaze of an uncomfortable people, the requirements for a critical direction in life, can no longer be the preserve of the few. The feeble efforts of those offering alternative government approaches which seem to be sympathetic to the suffering of the many only to be neglected when they get the nod can not be countenanced. The course of our society should not always be determined by a see-saw contest between the inside and the outside of the politics of interests, tribes, and creeds. Today, Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah's positive consciousness lends credence to our quest for transformational leadership. I have no doubt in my mind that we are a blessed but strange people. I have never doubted in our collective ability

We breathe it in our lives, We exercise it in our daily struggles to succeed. We even embrace it in our attempt to reach our dreams. We also live it, whenever we make choices or decisions in every situation. Whether it is self-denial, concession, or sacrifice, With every grain of grace comes a condition of sacrifice. Every venture of endeavour, requires a symbolic sacrifice of time, effort, and resources. The act of sacrificing is hidden in our efforts to live our duties and exercise our rights and responsibilities. It is even present when we decide to do nothing in this life. There's an element of sacrifice in every story or history. And even though I might not know the true price of sacrifice in everyone's story or life, we are reminded of Father Abraham's faith and his obedience to carry out God's command. We are reminded of several significant sacrifices made by great leaders of religion and others in many fields. We are equally reminded of

In a people's economy where everyone matters; People will guide and teach you in life, People will appoint and disappoint you, People will agree, or disagree with you, People will tease and talk about you, People will like, love, dislike, or unlove you, People will hate, hurt, or hurl insults at you, People will mention your name or discuss you, People will make fun, ridicule, heckle, refuse, or betray you. We all need people in our lives to fulfill our dreams and destinies. But it is your RESPONSIBILITY to own up for your actions and inactions and be a valuable person.  And it will be in your interest to learn people's skills and how to tactfully handle people in your life. Greetings, Dear One. Be blessed ©KYB ✍🏿12/09/23

On a warm Fairy Friday flight, A scathing funny comedy of manners, Floated on a variety of fisty intellectuals fiats. But whether the financials fit our first philosophies, Keep flexing the fame of figures of our fixtures, And Freeze the frailties of our Friday. Sending you my Fantastic Wishes. Greetings from me to you. ©KYB ✍🏿25/08/23

With meek evenings like this one, We may recall Marvelous moments of the month; We may reminisce Miraculous things in our minds; Or we may still remember the Mournful missives of a matriarch mother. When May moves into the market of months, Many mimic the music of some musicians, To make merry of our Mothers, who mothered us, And to mint the gratitude of the multitude. Yet in the mile of May, we met many May markers; While minimizing the major noise machines in May. But in between the mild makeshift moments of May; And between the modest margins of our measures; The main market maneuvers in May were marked. Maybe it's not just a month of methods; Maybe it's not just a matter of miles; Maybe it's not just a member's memory. Maybe we should mark our Maker's magnanimity, By mirroring the magnificence of this memorable May. With these many millions of marching minutes, I trust you had a memorable May. May it be well with you and your famil