I sat upon a hill of dreams, it seemed as if tomorrow would paste smiles on my face. Suddenly, my eyes fell into the river of doubts, nothing again meant anything to me. I cried my heart out and I felt the overwhelming desire of throwing in the towel, it looked as if this was the end of Bulututu the great. When I briefed up my breathe for the umpteenth time to bide farewell to all my lofty dreams and hopes, God breezed into my heart immediately and reassured me that it is well with one's soul.
From Bulututu Ozuah