Tuesday, January 1st, 2013. I remember that day just like it was yesterday! Celebrations were in full gear to mark the beginning of the new year, the distinct aroma of fried chicken had saturated the dry Harmattan air. (Meanwhile, why is the weather still so hot and humid at this time of the year? The Christmas/New Year feel just isn't there this time around. Global warming abi?) But in the middle of all the merry-making and the joy in the atmosphere, there I sat on my bed, looking in the mirror, the ghost of a wry smile gradually becoming visible on my still sleepy face, anxious about what a year 2013 would turn out to be for me. Yes, being a firm believer in the power of prayers, I had already committed the year into God's hands and I knew He had heard and answered, but yet, anxious I was. Looking back now 364 days later, can I say my anxiety was worth it?
