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Jo2shua's dream

I see the night is so starry. I see the leaves falling off the trees. Its a cupidy smile holding our lives in the ghetto. Hoping that one day we can smile. The kids and the old having something to eat. Its only Jo2shuas dream. That the streets of Lwakaka will have happy people. When we leave this alien world. Hope the heaven will be promised to us. Jo2shuas dream. that keeps me living. 13th_05_201...

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Living cent.

When nobody believed in me. Grand mama did. She is the light of nation to me. And a monad that can't be taken from me. She's a laden of ambitions. When everything weren't for me. Hustling on the streets of Lwakaka. That even the juve had no space for me. Bitter lemon was left for me. Long live the living cent. That I grew up against all odds.

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Boy from Lwakaka

Born in the old days. And negligent from childhood. Because of love my mama left me. For another man. My papa denayed me; but because of the resemblance grand mama took me in at the age of 4. It was not too long then they brought Em. Hustling from childhood; and taking liquor at the age of 6. Where nobody could give me advice. I turned into a depredator. I pray to God it never happens a...

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some where i can go

I have been searching. For some where I can go; but I found myself empty. Loneliness had taken over me. Not knowing what will happen next. Some where I can go.

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Alley child

Nothing was left for me . I was struggling for a better me. Taking a thirty two divided book to school. That the streets only provided left overs. That my parents ostracized me. They murdered my rights as a child. Alley child. Though negligent I made through. Thanks Lord I made through.

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