THE LIES OF THE RICH MAN – MY STORY


I was a little boy With a dream, in Africa The rich man stood standstill, with his entourage; Pointed his hand on me, to Inquire about my parents. His direct gaze on my innocent soul, scared the hell out me. One of the guys stretched his hand, pointing to the apartment which directly faced the... Continue Reading →

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