Let this ol' scripted love letter guide me;Through this lonely, dusty path, less travelled by mortals, but found by them whose hearts burn with deeper flames than the kindled embers that nurture carnal ecstasies.I sit here a lone pilgrim brooding on those blood inked scrolls, this parchment of eternal glory, not merely litanies of sweet nothings to whet vain cravings and itchy ears; those bloody scrolls, love letters so warm, so pure, keeps this bride longing for her bridegroom's warm embrace. A caress from his hollow hands would suffice, a kiss from his pure lips that called my name, "Redeemed"The night is getting darker, the dawn draws nigher but with every drawn breath it seems ages away from first light. Let my heart not grow sour as the echoes of naysaying voices blow tempestuously over my last flicker of candle light.The wait seems long and arduous, and hope seems to peter into the horizon, yet your distressed virgin will honour her vows, until the morning dawns with your brightness piercing through the patchy clouds

In this painting, the cosmos is conceived as a pool of opportunities begging to be taken. Dreams are gateways to the myriads of possibilities at our disposal on a daily basis and it takes the daring to harness the depths of potentials trapped in the human mind; fortune favours the brave and only those willing to risk the possibility of failing actually succeed. Furthermore, this painting also interrogates the inertia that comes with past successes stifling successive achievements. As the viewer travels through the dramatic composition of the painting, they're brought into a world that highlights the universal quest for survival across species, representative of the limited distribution of opportunities in an ever evolving ecosystem.

One noteworthy knowledge I've had recently that has changed my perspective towards life is the fact that animosity is not man's enemy, tempests and temptations build rather than destroy; hurting can spring out healing wells, or, to say this in simple Nigerian parlance — "wahala no dey kill person!"? Learning how to navigate contrary seasons is one life hack that yields limitless benefits. However, finding stillness amidst raging storms may seem easier said than done, since our human nature is averse to discomfort; yet, it also has the propensity of elasticity. Pain can be profitable if we can absorb the lessons rather than drown in regrets and self pity. I wouldn't say I have mastered the art of stillness in chaos, but one thing I know is, life is a constant journey of becoming, not arrival. So as you voyage the paths of destiny, allow the seasons teach you, embrace the pain, cry through them, the tears purge the soul; but don't let them mar you. You've got this ???