𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙎.

It's been ten years I haven't heard from Dave, he left the country in search of a greener pastures, I only heard his voice once but that was after several weeks that he left and I thought he was still trying to settle down before he's put a call across to us. "Hi Mom how's everyone, I hope you all are fine. Please give Danny the phone I want to talk to him" Mom called me and I rushed to answer her, it's Dave he wants to speak to you. "Hi Uncle, how're you doing, how's the weather over there, I heard it's always cold, I know you must be enjoying the cold weather" tell him to cover his self very well mom said. I told him all that without even hearing what he has to say.

He only smile at me but I can read the pains from his smiles. "Danny" he called, "how's your studies?" It's cool, I said. Take your studies serious ok?!, ok bro. I was only 15 at the time. He asked me to move a little bit from Mom, I did. He started " it's been weeks since I left, but the journey is not rosy, make good friends but never be in a headst work hard and you'll enjoy life. I'm in between life and death but don't let it show in your face, don't tell Mom please don't ever let grandma hear about this. I'm just opportuned to be alive till today. I left with so many friends, Chike included but he's no more, we're only few that mad it this far and many drawn in the Mediterranean Sea while some died in the desert out of thirsty and food shortages, I wanted to quit at some point but quitting only means death. I'm telling you as my brother cause I believe in you and you have a brighter future but please don't fail me. You'll finish school and probably will travel someday but please follow the right route God will see you through, I'm saying this cause I don't know how long I'll last, I Love you Danny. You'll always be my kiddo, take care of Mom, take care of our sisters and the lord will be your muscle the system has caused it but we'll always fight at the reach of our strength".

He was still saying before Mom interrupted, give others the phone to talk to him you're taking too long and you're not even saying anything. That was the last word Dave told me and it was obvious that made use of his last lifeline to talk to me before his death

I get obsessed whenever I remember those messages, how he was saying it, the pains in his heart sometimes he'll try to say something but he'll pause and say don't worry kiddo, you'll understand later. This system has caused so many damages to us and even silenced our voices yet there's still no changes.

How long am I going to continue in this mess having fake hopes and believing in fake promises. I'm black and I'm proud of my race but the shit we face in the hands of the people that's supposed to make life easier for us has made me a monster that I am. They're scars in my body which all depicts the pain I've been through sometimes I think of giving up but I deem it fit to continue hoping they'll be light at the end of the tunnel.

We're seen as being inferior cause the system has made us so cheap but we're stronger than the pains we face. How can it be said that a continent that has all the mineral resources to compete with the first world both in infrastructure and good life has fallen so deep that her citizens got drown in the Mediterranean.

I don blame anybody but change begins with you and I. I don't discriminate. I love both white and black and I preach love and believe in love. Will there ever be a change, hello motherland, hello Africa. Please Wake up!