TETTEY'S LIBRARY

I hate you because you are not real. I’m not judging, but you deserve to be in Hell. You are aware and conscious of your actions. Your actions hurt and oppress the poor, yet you pretend as if you are unaware. I hate you because you read a subject that inculcated sycophant behaviour in you. You cheered at us and promise us to help you to achieve your goal. After, we become strangers to you. We knock at your door, and you do not respond. We are not requesting that you feed us but all we need is a little support as we did to you, so that we can also achieve our goal just as you did. You see why I hate you? I hate you because you are a cheat. Every cheat is a thief. You steal what belongs to us. You reap what you have not sown. What about the ones we don’t know? I guess you really deserve a blow. I hate you because you are greedy and selfish. You dress in suit and tie; sit in a luxurious office with benefits. Yet, you forcefully take from those who don’t have enough

  I am just a boy who lives with my parents.   Erands , I ran. Comands , I obey.   I have No say when heads are put together, and mouths are speaking.    Where I come from, respect is like a rule.   You need to be a fool to show respect.   When you seek for justice, rights, and privileges , you become the stubborn child. I am just a boy who is counting on his days.   Sometimes, I sit to ponder and wonder when I will be a man.   It is like a slave or a prisoner whose hopes await the day of his freedom.   When I wake up every morning, I measure my height just to check if I am really growing up.   To me, growing tall meant growing up.   I am just a boy who goes out to play with friends and return home with sand all over my body. Did I dig a well, or swim in a pool of sand?    We start games nicely and happily but end it up with a fight.  I leave my house to roam on streets with friends, gather bottles, milk tins and