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Dreams are to our lives what seeds are to plants. We are either dreaming or dying. When there is no growth, atrophy is at hand. Dreams are indispensable.

We are in season when dreams are coming alive and words are becoming flesh, all over the world. In Africa, women are becoming presidents, in Asia erstwhile third world nations are competing favorably on the world stage, outclassing comfortable leaders. Supposed world powers are massively indebted to previously labeled developing nations. Things are changing and times are evolving. Dreams are coming to the fore, at this time more than ever before.

Dreams are natural. Every one has them. Dreaming is not age-bound. It is for all and sundry whether grey haired or milk toothed. Dreaming is what our lives are about. We dream all day and see pictures through the night times. We are just products of some dream had in times past; whether good dreams or not, dreams made us.

We drive fast flying cars today, dreams made them. We sail millions of miles on seas to lands previously unknown, we got there first by our dreams. Our dreams are our lives. We give up on them and we give up our lives.

I have always been a dreamer. From kid’s gloves to grown beards, my dreams have spurred me, leading and nudging me on. It is my dream to see all who have dreams work them out to limelight. I write to fulfill my thirst of seeing that dream come alive.

Our dreams are expedient for our future as a people. I write to noise that verity loud to the consciousness of mankind. Our dreams need our lives, and our lives need our dreams. Let him that have eyes not grief with tears of anguish, but rise now, with urgency to the beckon of destiny. He that has ears should not just listen and sway to the tunes of inertia. He should tidy his bed, get under the sun and cultivate his craft. The time is now.

 I have spoken.