Living among us, on the posh streets, within our slumps, estates and developments are minds that have creatively quizzed their environment for solutions to our shared problems but have remained silent as they have not found our Nation to be any good a threshing floor for Dreams. With every wonderful painter whose works are displayed on the streets, every professor that is now frustrated by a life of unfulfilled self – made promises, every smart father that only smiles to objectivity and youth fire power, having a bag of tales to tell about the impossibility of possibility within our shores … there is more reason to follow convention. Where I can blame society for it’s ineffectiveness and folks would not blame me for my doggedness for the cause of my ‘golden idea’; having to watch so much pass me by. They say the rich stole and the poor were uneducated but what is the future for the young child whose mind is bursting at its seams with anonymous treasures?
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