Welcome to the Giant of Africa

In my country, the roads are tarred on blood and sweat houses are built on flesh and earth identifying the demarcation between the wealthy and the poor so most of us who grew up poor saw our parents eat from their bent backs and scarred hands just to feed our dry mouths and inflated bellies and those of us born rich saw the poor and kept reaching for the peak of riches because we can’t afford to be a living empathy So in my country, people bleed to be rich when they are young because it is a must and people aim to be richer to be the most.