My edge has been broken once,my thinking has become a food for thought…in my little part of the world humans still crowd it. I owed a few coins today while trying to make my point….; I went home with just one part of my body….am presently a dead beat.
To live with the pOor,is to hunger with the poor. To hunger with the rich is my bone of contention and that bone is the starvation that never made an african child grow.
My taste for freedom is on it way:
I will sing
I will dance
I will smile
I would finally speak the sovereign of my dear continent…..Africa.