Africa is a strange continent. It has always  been,and probably will forever be. Here, nothing knows when to stop. When things start happening, they go on and on and on… to a devastating end. When drought knocks on this continent, it burns the air, the tree leaves, the grass and the soil.
And when it rains, the drops come large and violent, swelling and raging the rivers and
sweeping away bridges and vehicles while flooding whole counties.
When we politic, we do so all year round, in joy and in anger, at home and at work, at the bar over a drink and in church with the Bible in hand.
Likewise, when rulers climb to the throne, they sit on them forever, unbowed by age and the pressure from the opposition.


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