Somehow and somewhere in my heart I always prayed for change. It seemed impossible. It felt like we’ve adjusted to the system of corruption and it was working fine for us. I grew up with a system where the masses thanked the kleptomaniac leaders for the crumbs accumulated from the national reserve.The whole system was fucked up. The poor got poorer and the “ogas at the top” knew only one thing: how to keep stealing. Hoodlums were created as a…
