Most times, because of ugly experiences that adorn one’s life and the hurt generously bestowed by life’s ever piercing darts, one tends to walk into a new day, month or year dragging the feet, unexcited and just SAD.
Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu, in his maiden Spoken Work Poem, speaks of hope even in hopelessness.
January may jog past you without leaving some goodies behind. You may look up to February for love and comfort, only to be left lovelorn. Your love unrequited. Don’t sit sulking forever… It’s MARCH!
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