These are the days when the faint hearted hide in the shadows of life. These are the times when men with hearts of stone dare not wander out under the watchful moon.

Something is out there in the night and we know not what it is. Someone is out there lurking in the shadows intent on cutting the thread of life that links us to the present. Even the night mourns because the gates of hell can no longer hold the armies of darkness.

Sin has overtaken the world and only the righteous can stand up to be counted.

Let us all, hold tight to our faith, because in this season of anomie, only the spiritual shall survive this plague that stalks the night.

You are warned!

Will tomorrow ever come.. and if it doesnt come when do we have to bring a new beginning to our existence … when do we look up to a new leader and ask of him to lead us to our full potential? When do we excise from us the cantankerous politicians who bring with them to the present, our present and our future,  the baggage of the past?

What does experience count for if in itself, it is an anathema to success? Why do we mortgage our future and that of our children and their children and their children’s children because we are too stupidly ignorant to participant in the discourse that shapes the future? When do we say enough is enough? When do we ask for change? when do we demand change? When do we stand up for change? when do we fight for change? when do we die for change?

when do we ask - where is our Obama?