For some, it’s not a question of passion; it’s the quest for survival. For some, it’s not a matter of vision; it’s the necessity to live. For some, it’s not a pursuit for greatness, it’s the strive to not be grain-less. For some, it’s not a matter of purpose; it’s the push to preserve breath. For some, it’s not a matter of luxury; it’s the need for shelter from the weather. For some, it’s not...

A Flicker of Hope (The Ninth Month Reminder) When the roof of your expectation is covered in the emptiness of withered dreams fallen from your years of labour instead of the thuddings of the ripened fruit; When you thought green leaves meant big fruits only to find budding dreams breaking from the enduring branch of actualisation to meet death on the ground; When dry woods remind you of a dry nation soon to be burnt down together...