I'm out here wondering if I'll ever get to the age my parents reached.
No, I'm not thinking or doing anything crazy. I'm merely living. I'm walking on the streets returning from work and trying to guess my fate. Will I meet the bullets, or get home safely?
And when the bullets come, will they be from gun-totting criminals, or will they be from security officials killing me to prevent me from being killed?
We live in dark times, friend. Times so dark that the only glint of light we can hold on to is 'hope'.
Our nation is in a state of gross insecurity and lawlessness. And as we all know, our economy is failing. It's easy to lose your minds and will in situations like this, but please don't.
Check up on the people around you. Equip yourself with so much positivity that you become invincible to the cold hands of fear and depression.
Tough times don't last...
We're tough people, we'll make it through.
Speak soon,
Delight.