There comes he, the politician, plighting plenty, probably like a pauper, on behalf of the many people perceived poor. He succeeds in penetrating precisely the pockets of donors like pickpockets picketing people, claiming to provide unparalleled perpetual solutions to particular problems plundering his people of progress. But he is caught to be a lying polyglot, only investing in his own personal porous pockets, unperturbed by people’s plea to be purged from predicament. During elections, he arrives with promising promises palatable for progress but he is just a masqueraded angel on sheets of ballot.
My name is Kotey and I believe that one day, which is the immediate future, Africa, will have far better leaders catering for its people like how a good mother caters for her child. For latter will be greater than former.