HOLY TRICKSTERS
T'was on 29th December. It was to me just like any other day except for the expectant thoughts that coloured it. Many folks were drifting their attention from the joys and unfulfilled desires of the Christmas celebrations to the expected New Year. Hopes were high. The seeming successful property and business owning folks had dreams of owning greater assets and increase their profits with the coming of the New Year. Those had to cry, wail and mourn the death of their loved ones expected the transition from the old to the new year to heal their woes. Failed businesses aimed revival. Below average students dreamed academic improvements for the New Year. Ugly relationships dreamt love that heals differences. The street hawker drew her plans to become better just like the banker did his. Governments sought ways of improving the economy so as to maintain power. All people had dreams for this yet unborn year. I was no exception. I had a legion of thoughts, ambitions and re...