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An African child's dream




Once upon a time,
The African child had a dream
This child is entitled to smiling; he or she is can feel the wind of change
Hopefully, they’ve been experiencing droplets of progress like the dewfall
They compile the happenings of yesterday
They imagine an encounter with the other world today
The moment when they continuously believe their fate is in tomorrow
That’s an impression about the depth they want to encounter change
They have that wonderful and amazing creative mind
They have that heart believing the phrase “my time will come”
Knowing that it will be ‘their turn soon’
They surely do not see life as a competition
They seek progressive transformation
They find in every bit of their heartbeat the source for inspiration
Whatever it takes, they are ready to make the sacrifice
Just name it, if it’s worth it, they will value that price
They wallow through unfavorable conditions to seek education
Some survive because they have to skim the cream out of their little
Sometimes, everything come down crushing like sinking sand
At the break of dawn, they toil to be able to stay in school
Most will go through the day with nothing to feast on till they retire at night
They begin and end the day just like the rising of the sun to it setting
The African child wants to make it in life
They live for the future even in roofless classrooms miles away from their homes
Those structures are visibly earmarked ‘death traps’
Yet that’s all they have
They deserve to study in an ultra-modern classroom with complementary tech labs
They do not buy into the idea of being compared to the urban child clothed with luxury
They live in the world of their own
The joy in each passing moment keeps them moving towards that special goal
Whether they crawl, walk, run, skip walls, cross rivers or climb trees; they will surely get there
Like they say, ‘there is light at the end of the tunnel’
Though some wish to give up, how would fate treat them later on?
Some practically fend for themselves just like their parents or caretakers would have done
They really understand what it means to make it
Pressure has forced them to derive meaning out of their circumstances
They live in that special condition and nothing else.
The hope of any African child is a significant prayer offering to the listening ear
Their hopes say to them ‘fortune will embrace you someday’
Into the favored ocean, they must also drown and sink deep

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