Time always seems to narrate the story of my mother. The story goes,
She gave birth to twins who were divided by force. one snatched and sold to slavery while the other stayed and was bound to colonization. Till today we the offspring of mama Africa still suffer from this brutal separation. We still long for a day when my mother’s kin wont be judged by the colour of our skin but rather by the brilliance that lays buried within. It hurts plus we are tired. Just remember we all one human race. Till then, Black lives Matter.
