Ours is a journey of bones as we quietly thin out of the world that first nurtured us in its bosom. we are the cradle of mankind we have nothing to show for it except stretched out frail arms that beg from an unkind world that looks at us like a stubborn crease that wont fade away. does hunger wear an African face? is pity the portion of an African race? I ask. how is it a continent gives the world gold,oil and diamonds but still staggers in hunger and thirst? so much for being the cursed descendants of Ham and their greed oh so Hamful its a curse.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 05:59:38 +0000
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