ONCE UPON A TIME IN JENTA

Once upon a time when the good heart supersedes the mere thinkers, when the chicken has no option than to sing a good morning Coros.

Once upon a time when the just are filled with Merriment at their coast, when the OC's shop enjoys the reign of time positioning the hosts as marketeer.

Once upon a time when the black boys being described as the scamps, when niggas of old distance their trousers from their waist exposing their dirty boxers and they called it swag. 

Once upon a time when the road side tomatoes sellers better still the hair dressers move to advance the ministry of gossip.

Once upon a time when an ugly daughter birthed by a beautiful mother, inspiring strings of solos by an evil heart and the reign of expendables among the visionaries. 

Once upon a time when men are Fraternizing just to keep the Seventh day Holy. When St Luke's primary remain the resolute to the poor. 

Time flies as who gets what, when and how.

THE BLACK ERR

The optimum is cruel by the nooks of the dark world blinded by sorrows of men subject to arrows that stroked the heart of mercy.

It started with a full cake known as Africa later broken on the feast of Barlin which gave birth to infliction and exploitation.

Yes it's a black day but endowed with many gifts and good reasons to smile, it's a black day but engulfed with memories of sanctity.

Turning back the hands of time to clear off the mess is false but making the rest of the time count is real,
The magic lantern has fade away showcasing the unpleasant.

Africa my root, Africa my DNA, the anguish and the punch line of Under-development they say but who cares?