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?
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