It’s just sooo amazing how fabulously rich I am, like, my home and I could totally feed the entire planet, but, you know, there’s this little thing called extreme poverty affecting over 218 million of my peeps. (Like, seriously, Google it, it’s a total eye-opener).
Anyway, I’m sitting on a goldmine of natural resources and acres of lush, fertile land. Welcome to the land of glam: Africa, baby!
Daddy dearest is all about importing—knowledge, tech, and even random stuff like maize. ‘Cause, duh, we’re loaded! And smart too. I mean, hello, we gave the world MPESA, Obama, Lupita, and Trevor Noah. Bow down, world!
Oh, did I mention we snagged a spot on this year’s list of the most corrupt countries? Go us!
But, like, who needs solid policies or a commitment to self-improvement, right? Take Konza City, for example. Six years later and it’s still just a glimmer in someone’s eye, stuck in a never-ending daydream.
While we’re busy snoozing, the rest of the world is, like, raiding our pantry in broad daylight. But hey, who cares? I’ve got my reality TV fix to catch at 7 and 9 pm, every single day, on every single channel.
Nothing gets my heart racing like watching baba throw shade at the other baba. Can’t wait for the next drama-packed episode! And don’t even get me started on my tribe—seeing them win just gives me life!
Ugh, issue-based discussions? Total snooze-fest. Like, who has time for poor people problems anyway?
xoxo
#RichGirl
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