CRY  MY  BELOVED   NATION-AFRICA   






Being African goes far beyond the colour of my skin.It awakens my conscious when its children are dying of  pandemics,it awakens my conscious when its children go to bed on empty stomachs.My heart bleeds at the sight of African children dying of hunger .Yes,at this point there is nothing I can do but ohh holy Messiah, help me to help your children .To me,Melanin is just one of the scientific terms that I do not  really pay attention to.From Cape to Cairo ,we are one.African sorrow is my sorrow too. My heart bleeds at the sight of African childrens dreams shattering because of the loss of hope.Drugs having their way in destroying African families.Ndimana ndiziva ndibuza kumdali ukuba,Usishiya ngantoni na sitshabalala nje L It is the most painful thing being born in a hopeless land where there is no hope of a brighter future. How cruel is the world? Depriving an innocent angel basic resources. WHERE HAVE WE GONE WRONG?? 

 



 

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