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JolaadeLove me & mind not the colour of my skin,My age, class & naïvete. Love me wholeheartedly for who I am For the sooth is my love for you is true. Love me as I love you infinitely & with redemancy – with the all of you. Love me with the vibrancy of your natural way For your pulchritude alone aglows my world. Love me without condition & seek not excuse To escape from this…

i to be depressed is a sin in this nation where it’s name equals depression. the white’s man disease it is! & my heart weeps out: ii. i pledge to depression my county to be drained, famished & broken to serve with all my sweat & sanity… iii. mama found me this time withering away in the corner of my room like a flower deprived of water. she sprinkled some smile on my sad face.…