By far I have descended into details. And a greater number of things that have not satisfied me like the rains do the Harmattan.
Maybe, one day I will evince symptoms of patience, and adjust my expectations. I am restless in my movements, often a solitary wanderer in the company of men. By accounts of my resolve, I wish you were bold enough to be yourself, and not change so often that we lost track of who we were, and our place in this world.