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Oct 2012
For a time... It was to rule - divide. It was principle, hell it was doctrine. They killed Africa and today her children cry. They invaded the Xhosa with trickery which lead to famine. They ruled and gave not much for sharing. The children are starving, the people are angry. They knit a logical matrix tapestry. Equillibrium was being at the rich forum. The storm blew over and many knew of no way to show them a brighter day. Africa my only home, my humble abode they tore. Africa my only hope, my pride they wounded. Africa my fortress, our forests they burnt. Africa my wisdom, our minds they disturbed. Africa my loving heart, it lies dark and furious. Africa tell us where we go, show us the truth of the earth and quench our clarity-thirst.
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SeeNhlanhla Moment  29/M/Witbank, South Africa
(29/M/Witbank, South Africa)   
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