
…a blank page is drawn;
sotto voce, her thoughts mutter—
saying words without speaking,
her heart listens without hearing,
ideas, twirling tortuously in the tempest of her mindscape,
whilst nuanced notions gruesomely groped for a placid perch;
“What legacy will I write?
What myth will be written of me?”
such were the questions she pondered,
as her spirit took to flight,
whilst the clock leapt four steps at a time—
…twenty…twenty-four, …

With the dawn of a new year and the unveiling of another glorious chapter in our lives, I do wish you rapturous moments spewing from your quills as you turn aspirations into reality with the aid of love bestowed by friends and family. I also wish you the strength and clarity to overcome the fewer hurdles that will inevitably lay before us and come 2025 Eve, we’ll have many good memories to reflect upon.
Happy New year,
Cheemnonso















