When life accosts you, with caskets of still born promises
When all the wind hurls at you are dusts, thorns and thistles. When arrows of failure Pierce you by day, and hailstones of misery bruise you by night,when your world comes crashing like the wall of Jericho , will you free or fear?
Or rise and shine?
Will you tremble and crumble or say no to fall?

By John Olonade