To my unborn child, I got a story to tell: of a planet filled with life, a planet with great continents and wealthy nations.
A story of governments in hot pursuit for power and fame, a time of unhealthy rivalry among nations.
A time more sophisticated than that of Washington, martin Luther king Jr. Jefferson.
To my child unborn, I was born into a black continent, a continent grown from d seed colonization and watered from the river
of neo-colonialism. A continent of many opportunities but none effectively utilized. My child in those times was I born.
My child before my pen drops and my pad shutdown, I got to let u know that I was born in a nation of great fame and populace. A nation with many tribes and culture, a nation with great potentials but greedy management, a nation handicapped in productivity. A nation were corruption is part of its DNA, a nation retrogressively in motion.
My child in the time when recession and secession is the order of the day as I lived. to my unborn child, a story have been told.