I feel Abandoned,
with my wonderful history,
the history which give humans wealth,
though it is a blood wealth,
a wonderful and a natural start,
the middle in pain and destruction,
But am afraid of the END
Africa will end, Dickson, when you and I stop dreaming - you in your youth, and i, in my old age, must live out our dreams making them come alive any which way we can, in our poems, in our work, in our infective love for one another, in our passion for our tomorrows. Our history is till being written by you and by me, poor me; the past is with us, and as we live, we enrich Africa with all that we offer today that will, one day, be a history for some who chance this way. So, let's write our history anew. I enjoyed your write a lot and gave it a 10
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Great work! And Africa will always live on for others to see what we have. Thank you. E.K.L.