01/11/2024
Anytime November beckons, I edge towards my birthday.
My birthday is so reminiscent of my life journey and the events that have defined my present achievements, challenges and position till date that I suddenly become spiritual in a sense and before you say Jack Robinson, I start vomiting duties of well soaked poetry that bring to light my thought process, situation, location; also all sorts of rotational pragmatism, something out of the ordinary, just to stimulate and celebrate the moment in time.
What a bombshell!!!!...!
So many trills
Yet we move
Movements of fillings
A year added in quantum lip
A platinum play
Straight in reason
What else, but a sovereign
The absolute
The definitive
An alfa
The greatest
