The Curtains Have Opened Again!

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Bright lights flashing, majestic sound of drums beatings, goldness  sprinkles its glow through the thin-horizontal space where the curtains kiss, she sways from left to right, as we count down, ‘4,3,2,1, Action.’ She smiles, as the curtains draw back like they are saying goodbye. Look left and right, she shouts, ‘Welcome to 2013.’ 

Ok, let’s forget the drama. The curtains of a new year have opened again.
How was the previous year? Don’t just say, ‘fine’, take time to reminisce and be grateful for all the ups and downs, the pieces of good fortune and fresh experiences. 

In 2012, I put pieces of my puzzling life together, although am still a work in progress. I had those eureka moments when you realize that life is predictable; you must sow to reap, set goals to achieve and play to win. In addition, preparation will meet opportunity even if the occasion comes along when you are almost 50 years or maybe 48 like Susan Boyle (lol). 

The question is, can you wait that long? That’s like a billion months, but if it means being worth a $22 million, I don’t mind o! 

Do you feel it? Cos I do, 2013 will be an amazing year for us. Am grateful to all those who read any of my posts, shared their opinions, re-tweeted or re-facebooked my post and pushed me hard to turn my hands to gold. 

I am elated that you allow me express myself and share a piece of my life with you. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR... (Really hoping I am not the last to say that o!)

Comments

  1. Uwem4 January 2013 at 06:24

    Keep it up good lady! Have a pleasantly unforgettable 2013. God bless!

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