my dream is to wake up and find a poor man no longer poor. with a decent meal and a drink to wash it down. with clean clothes and a cologne to apply. in a house worth being called home, with a tely and a comfortable couch, a drink in his hand and a happy thought in his mind saying "kenya hakuna matata"
my dream is to find the streets free of street children, not because they bother; but because they too deserve a taste of the best things in life. no one seems to care, all they do is be arrogant & rude to them, but not as in my dream.
i see a light at the end of the tunnel, i see hope in the future for those who once lost hope in living. for those who take drugs to try and face their life challenges, i see healing for you.
i see ability in the disabled. i see no harrasement for those are constantly under the mercy of the police in big boots & with rungus in their hands.
i hope for a better day for you who are commercial sex workers. for we have all kind of names for you but you ignore them. they abuse and insult you in all ways possible but you perseive through it all.
for tose who struggle to keep up with life's brutallity, i salute you. i honour you since the world lacks to appreciate your stuggle to survive.
you inspire me deeply, make me wake up and be part of the change. to wake up and make he dream come true.
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