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Dear World, I have been quit about what we call Ebola, but this definitely is a level where we should look into each othersvirtual eyes and speak the truth. I am afraid that I have the responsibility to break this silence right now and I only have a few words to say. How would the world react if more than 2000 people in West Europe lost their lives by a disease that actually has medicine already but no one is willing to spread it? What would you do if you knew that a disease existed that was deliberately created by lobbies with different mysterious agendas? And this is not a conspiracy, let me be clear.

So while the black continent is crying, I wonder what you can do to stop this impunity. Meanwhile, I go back to my silence and see millions of money being transmitted to Africa and thousand of troops. The conclusion? There must always be a reason to control Africa. If not by force, by ideology, or by creating reasons. There must always be a reason to keep the African continent behind. African, wake up! World wake up. See what you are seeing but neglecting. I wonder what we will tell the future generations. For now, I go back to my silence again and read poetry and forget about the World. Such a faire place to leave, right?

Maybe I should keep dreaming, just like Langston Hughes

Forced to lose the cloud of Juvenility,  In both sides.  I wonder what I will tell my children tomorrow,  Or,  If I will get the chance to make and see them Forced to lose love,  Memory of Beauty,  Forced to create an enemy within me,  Challenged by life,  I dream I hate But if possible,  I embrace love Even during the hartless clouds,  I cry,  Hopelessly,  I disappear Praying to my God.  Who sees And will judge on his time Cursing the devil  For provocating  And losing his mind Once you meet my old cloud Bring it back Give me the chance to warn my possible children,  Give me the chance to warn the future,  To prevent this hate within me Warn, Not to forget what my uncle arrogance and did in the past May Love win the battle. 

I met the devil and convinced him to dance, Wars, gangs, I have seen it all survived Boko Haram And read Nabokov in the Sahara

These scars on my heart form a history book Containing images of millions lost Their children’s youth deprived by the unjust mystery I have seen it all,  Survived the the  Illuminati  I sang Bob Marley in the Mediterranean sea

So I Sank and see,  You was in the club The European Customs sent a press release ‘130 Africans refugees dancing in the Mediterranean sea’ So I disappeared And convinced the devil to dance with me

Philosophizing About LIfe,  I realised that I miss my countries Mango,  Unfortunately,  Once you dance with the devil,  All the mangoes disappear.

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Music  Akon - I'm So Paid

The only thing that remains for my voice to be heard is poetry.   I traveled around the world, danced in the rain and prayed to God.   While you were waiting for years, I was searching. Now that I found, Let his poem be dedicated to you. For you are my hope, Carrying the nation over your shoulder Inspiring your sons and daughters. 

After songs, prestigious meetings and treaties,  Let the world listen to the humble voice of the poet,  Powerless but hopeful,  Come and embrace my words,

Let this poem be the source of hope to you May my love for you be transmitted in these single words, Words, Let my blood circulate and my heart rejoice For this last poem is yours You, The mother of the Tanganyika and Kivu My precious poem, Thank you for not giving up!

Let me answer you some questions. First, You are so beautiful, really! Second, Every person would like to have you in his surrounding And yes, I definitely  love you. Your brilliance is experienced By your lovely voice, In your blinding eyes, By your pure, sublime smile Come and sit down, Talk to me for hours Share your dreams and fears with me and finally, Fly with me to the destination you wish

How does it feel when you see that the things you love the most are being destroyed because you are just not on the right time and place to defend them?

It is a not a simple issue. When you are meant to do something but the time and distance keeps telling you to wait. By waiting, almost everything goes away, and unfortunately, no matter what you may later contribute to the world, you will leave, go and let that world the same place as it was yesterday.

The World is an unfinished project where memories come and go while the game stills the same. We have hero’s and losers, love and hate at the same time and at the end of the day, there’s a balance in what we call humanity and other human beings. Any action and choice is required in order to keep the world as we know it today. With its beauty and cruelty, with its history and future, any action is justified to make the world a better place. Sometime we lose a war in order to become strong, or lose our parents in order to be independent, and sometime our history has dark pages in order to keep us conscious of our moral constraints and our human nature imperfection.

While you may be waiting for the right moment, accept and believe that the good will always beat the devil and that can only be realized if you become part of one big game where some clear goals exist. The meaning of your existence, the reason why you are a special organism. However long the distance and time may seem, keep standing for what you believe and win the battle on the right moment and time.

After doing your duty, Or after failing of taking  care for things you love the most, your hart will stop to beat and you will disappear. You presence will leave the world as you found is. An unfinished project, waiting for the next victim with the will to change the world. 

Yet questions remain: Was all this for nothing? All the questions, all the thoughts, all the cries and the embraces. Was your wish to make the world  a better place so empty that it doesn’t even matter whether you reach something or not?

For the human, yes, this world is an unfinished project. But, what about its reason? Why do the world and the organism exist? Why are you existent anyway? What motivates us to be what and who we are? With these questions, you may understand that there’s a great idea behind our existence. Why not to be happy and therefore keep fighting for what you love the most? Why not take care of others and making sure that that become the real meaning of life? Why not make sure that after your disappearance in the world people stay saying sentences: ‘He was a part of a big plan’?

The real meaning of this life has never been unfinished. We come and go, but our desires, wishes and dreams lives forever. No matter the distance and time, we are made to accomplish great things. You are made to accomplish great things, aren’t you?