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Jul 2018
Am ******* ****** at my country!!! For creating a fantasy for me. A fantasy in a cage. Where they feed me what they want when they want and how they want while they live on the other side of the cage
Thriving in the sun as I sit here and wait for leftovers. Greatful for their leftovers. See what i have learnt is people feed on other people's pain.
"Flip books to get a better future," they said. "Respect the law," they said. "Live in peace," they said. Funny they are the once who stir up and cause all the violence. Who reminds us of the different tribes we come from at their convinient time? Who reminds us what party we support when they need happen to need us? Who so sincerely pretends to care for our needs when they so happen to need our votes? Who remembers to clean the city when it is time to clean their records?
I am tired of being a lab rat.  My mother was and so was the mother before her. My ancestors did not fight for freedom so that we could recolonized. I am done ...i need change! Change that doesn't involve the lucky few. I need a ******* change.
Yours,
The Red_Head
Written by
Wangui  21/F/Nairobi, Kenya
(21/F/Nairobi, Kenya)   
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