Out in the dust the children play

It’s a new day for Zimbabwe. Out in the dust the children play. Still hungry. Still teacherless. Still pocket moneyless. We are waiting for the ink from the signing to seep through the paper, seep through the meetings and meetings- through to their tummies.
Written by fungaijames on September 17th, 2008 with
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