One Poor African
One poor African says :
“I know poverty because poverty was there before I was born and it has become part of life like the blood through my veins.
Poverty is not going empty for a single day and getting something to eat the next day.
Poverty is going empty with no hope for the future.
Poverty is getting nobody to feel your pain and poverty is when your dreams go in vain because nobody is there to help you.
Poverty is watching your mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters die in pain and in sorrow just because they couldn’t get something to eat.
Poverty is hearing your grandmothers and grandfathers cry out to death to come take them because they are tired of this world.
Poverty is watching your own children and grandchildren die in your arms but there is nothing you can do.
Poverty is watching your children and grandchildren share tears in their deepest sleep.
Poverty is suffering from HIV/AIDS and dying a shameful death but nobody seems to care.
Poverty is when you hide your face and wish nobody could see you just because you feel less than a human being.
Poverty is when you dream of bread and fish you never see in the day light.
Poverty is when people accuse you and prosecute you for no fault of yours but who is there to say some for you?
Poverty is when the hopes of your fathers and grandfathers just vanish within a blink of an eye.
I know poverty and I know poverty just like I know my father’s name.
Poverty never sleeps.
Poverty works all day and night.
Poverty never takes a holiday.”
This picture is killing me…
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