Lifeless I lie, in a small mud hut, while fighting discomfort and trying to catch sleep, with my head being placed on a little mud-like rock, which I use as a pillow, to which I laid my head.
Yes! I'm an African child, the world sees me as a lesser being, but God doesn't.
All my day I have been engaged in struggle.
Oh Yes! I have struggled for everything: from finding places to sleep each night to obtaining food to eat daily, from getting toothpaste to brush every morning to finding clothes to keep me warm, from searching for used slippers at dump sites to the collection of pieces of irons, cans and whatever that's capable of recycling, just to make ants meat, to survive.
The struggle has been my lifestyle, from birth and it's most certain, that I have it as my everlasting companion.
I'm looking to a better Africa, where no child will ever suffer like the way I did; thus, not knowing the struggle in their life.
It's my dream and I'm open to others, whosoever share the same.
I'm the struggling African child.
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