As Poets and Writers, we do not compose poetry or captivating piece by wisdom, but by a sort
of genius and inspiration; we are like diviners or sorcerers who also say many fine things, but do
not understand the meaning of them.

As Poets and Writers, we do possess the ability to see beyond the ordinary ways of life, but that does not make us extraordinary. In fact, some of us are worse than the people that earnestly dream to be like us.

As Poets and Writers, our pen is the bell that jingles like that of sincere Prophets. Through us, God speaks, nature does. We are naturally in a life time relationship with mystery; each time she sees us, she voluntarily unravels and each man picks his line but do we live our lives in conformity with our literary sermon?

As Poets and Writers, we do not always render a selfless service of making people sane by condemning the societal robbers on behalf of the dregs; the truth is we do render the selfish service of expressing our thoughts so that we won't languish in the captive of inspiration... We may go insane if we hoard the lines we see each time we look at the moon or ponder on the wonders of the sun. In our effort not to go insane ourselves, the society gets sane. No, this is not taught in any class or stolen from any bank. No man by the light of nature can teach toddlers like us how to draw lines from a mere gaze at the moon. It is God in us and through us.

This night, nature has turned its back against me; no sleep, no inspiration but I just must preach. Whether like brother Jero or an infant literature hero...

The inability to watch injustice perform on the stage of humanity has led to the death of many good men. It will still lead to the end of many more. It will be a great honour if I am privileged to meet my Creator in such fashion.

Now, we are going to sleep; some to wake and some to die... Which is better? Only Heaven knows.

Just ranting...

Abi oo

Ranting indeed