Today, I took a seat in my office, opened my bacbook and quickly gazed at the Ugabus stats.

For a moment I just could not hold it. To call it anger is to understimate this kind of feeling.

As my business mind thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing streets with the open market nibbling within,

Like a caged bird standing on the grave of dreams, its shadow shouting a nightmare scream, with it’s wings clipped and it’s feet tied so it opens it’s throat to sing.

Just like that caged bird, I whistle with a confused trill of things unknown but longed for still, my tune echoing within the distant walls of my caged spirit.

“There must be a way” one thought whispers to another, as the other scans through the coded figures on my laptop screen. Several months past, numerous episodes of implementation and yet numbers still unappeasing.

Today, I could write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered and my hope wanes in a distance’

But this aint the spirit of a true born entrepreneur.

There is time to hold it, a time to walk away and a time to run.

Today is neither!