When emancipation is professed, we may seem to have been at journeys for so long that we become complacent with the paths we traverse. To speak of tomorrow when yesterday is to be birthed today, to propose fixity when flux is the stuff of life.

And the songs of praise, too early to be fully formed, fall from lips that cannot fathom the depths from which to evoke tribute, not when we say, but why we say what we say…

To speak about something even before it comes into being suggests clairvoyance, not of the prophetic type. Yet, speak we must, for it has become habit. For whom acts of deliberation and patience are no longer virtues, what needs to be done always needs to be done, damning all costs. …tomorrow, there will be more of us…