My name is Kenya.
I live in Nairobi, Kenya.
My mother said that she gave me this name because it reminded her of when
children used to sing tunes that are non existent but are still fresh in ancient minds,
dance to melodies that have been forgotten but are still imprinted in those who will never forget. The good times of freedom and pride are now gone and far from reach.
My name reminded her of the real Kenya.
I'll remember my mum for her optimistic point of view,
she saw the world the way I strive to see it, in a new and different way.
That is and forever will be difficult for I know each and every one of us will day way before our time.
My name is Kenya.
Along the path to my death I fall in love.
I, a black orphan who strives to think optimistically,
I, who only wants those who need to live a full and happy life,
I, who's least worries were to fall I love, has fallen in love.
His emerald green eyes.
His plump pink heart- shaped lips.
Chocolate curls fall and frame his face.
Africa Lovin,
Africa Lovin,
Oh Africa,
How broken he had left me.
Picture of Kenya above!!
🙈Audrey🙈
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Africa Loving
FanfictionI'm more than droughts, I'm more than the thousand people who don't have a home, I'm more than the gusty winds. I am Africa. My names Kenya. I live in a country where it's known for its droughts, it's refugees and it's dying children. I try to s...
