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Dotted over the hills and all around these folks are beautiful rock patterns that could have been used to design and build beautiful, strong but least expensive houses. Maybe poverty may just have robbed these folks of any creativity that all human are endowed with. When the stomach rumbles in hunger and all that one can do is to churn out means of quieting it, creativity is thrown to the dogs and brains take a recess.
My sketches of poverty are varied and many. They tell me a story; one of despair, frustration and hopelessness; yes that is the gloomy part. Yet take a closer look and you will see the smile and looks of deep yearnings and desire and a hunger for the best. That it may just be the silver lining in the cloud for Africa. The hope that someday it would be well, the luxury of a dream that not even poverty can rub one of lingers in the hearts of even the most downhearted. That is how we have survived as a people. Maybe someday, someday soon those dreams and hopes of the countless masses of Africans may just become the reality. Until then, we work, and hope and pray that all shall someday be well.
My sketches of poverty are the stories of my people, the vast majority of Africans whose callused palms are fashioning a future for the continent. You may add some brush strokes to my sketches but I beseech thee to keep them gentle. Add gentle strokes of hope and a solution, gentle strokes of dignity and respect for my people, strokes of a better tomorrow for my beloved people in Africa.
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ashutosh | May 21st, 2004
Good writing. It provids complete picture of poverty. Such writings can tickle, tease or move a person to react.
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