In the aura of yesteryears, Some say "Tomorrow died yesterday", How far can this be proven, how hard can this be exclaimed over and over! That Tomorrow slumped, deceased in the tomb of Yesterday. Reflections, deflections, derelictions in acrimonious, yet in realistic premonitions. In this Niger-Area surrounded with the crust that flows with milk and honey, enveloped in scarce Diamonds, sumptuous gold, countless crude oil, the least goes on and on. And then asking "Did tomorrow die yesterday" ...Hmm... Reflections
A time to ponder, an hour to wonder for we are not mere Wanderers but Cameras that unleash freedom, peace, unity ....
Written by: Bankole Kolawole
