My enemies are many: They live and play oblivious to so many who suffer and die. It’s a pitiful world, knowing each person could make a difference.
Early this morning and despite the constant pessimistic thought patterns brought about by over nine slong years of waiting, my thoughts was of healing and cleansing my enemies, in particular that of my contact and his kinky-haired kine.
I was washing him clean of his sins and the fact that so many people like me would come to know him has been rather shameful. But it has come to the reconciliation that whatever or whoever prevents his fulfillment, a mission impossible, I’ve decided for nothing and tried to ask for guidance on three options.
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