Your deadly romance with delusion has cost you a barrage of sadness, not a word from yesterday's promise of hope. How long would it be? Your heart keeps probing and asking, the bacterium of your agonies keeps munching the skins of your bruised dreams.
Finally, this is your day of victory. The cup of gladness has become your daily drink, it would certainly melt away all your pains and agonies. Your tears shall become fountains of happiness, no more handshake with sorrows.
FROM: BULUTUTU OZUAH