Whats my dream.
My dream is to see a child in Somalia having food on his table.
A world full of love than rumours on a wikileak cable.
A hood with empowerment of the poor.
A place where there is no struggle for power.
An event which connect us like thanksgiving.
A tomorrow with no problems that resorts to kneeling.
A life worthy living.
A gutter which produces doctors and lawyers.
A continent of peace in every endavours.
A Africa with true emancipation.
Not in our leaders lips and in national anthem.
Leaders who are ready to lead not by decree.
Not easily carried away by their greed.
Leaders who stands for what they believe in.
Whether its in or out of season.
A true African women who is not tiresome until she reaches the top.
My dream is to find love even in a wounded soul.
To embrace opportunity when she call.
To see a better you and a better me for a better us.
Where priviledge is not a matter of class.
A life with equality to success.
Not a world where philosophy is the order of the day.
But whereit is the change of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we share the same dream hope one day it will come true