The times come in variance. Some come to tick the hour for which to drag along the company of work while some come just to blab the talk of words.
Luckily enough, the time of times long awaited has come. We are by this time measuring the success of young dreams. We have persevered and endured the turbulence and the hitches of somewhat past and current times encountered. Our young dreams for success are daily rebirthed to erase the memory of procrastination. By such times, we aborted our telegraph for novelty.
We count on the days passed, the years spent and the months we should have made a headway. We need to figure out what truly our pain is and where it lies within us.
Just when the clock ticked again, we all awoken to the reality of the new times. And we all say, in Chereponi, we need to work the words. Let us unseat the wording and enthrone the working. This is worth doing.
Times and the Reality 