Hopeful…

The Kenya we hate:

Sadness and horrors rule by night. I lay to dream that death and tears won’t conquer my fights and one day, it’s going to be good; It’s going to be lovely. It bites my people  -

Now they live life for Fridays, draining away sad days, smoking off a fucked day. Loving life by the needle, others living by and for the buckshot, dying for riddles. Now who’s the pawn in this gamble? Today is your cheerless, mines’ a fortune– Will it ever be good for both of us? The whole lot of us?

I’m cheated by this balmy slumber to wake into another blunder yet sunrise rays wait to re-awaken my faith.Praying that it’s going to be good, I know it will be lovely.                                                                                                    Pictures: Courtesy. Graphic re-touch: Waxspell

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