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Vicky has lost so much confidence in the system; she no longer believes in it or what it stands for. Before now, she had always believed that the system was designed to serve and protect its people, but now all that belief has gone down the drain; all she sees now is a bastion of corruption. Greedy leaders think of just themselves and power.
She can't believe that every fiber of the system has been infected and abused. She wondered why something that was meant to be just and fair could be so rotten to the core. This was not what the patriarchs had in mind when they were building the nation; they wanted to build a place where everyone would get what they wanted equally, basic needs provided, not a place that was rigged against the ordinary person.
Those with power and influence seem to do whatever they like; they operate with impunity, while the poor and those who are vulnerable are left to suffer or face their fate.
Vicky felt as if her heart was about to explode because of how frustrated and hopeless she seemed; she kept wondering if things would ever change. She felt the weight of its rottenness in her own life.
Vicky couldn't believe that even the simplest thing her community couldn't access it. She saw how they struggled just to access basic services, facing injustice and being denied opportunities.
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