Hey guys! So I’ve been writing an Chapbook. Called Indigo girl. And there is this particular poem; decomposed. I’d love if you could read it and tell me how you feel about it. You can drop something kind in the comments section.
We can not have life has we want, has majority of us would want. Why? Because a system of electoral manipulation, anarchy and violence reigns among African countries, and the so-called “political fathers” consider themselves above the law, above correction, above equity. This is not right!