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They say behind every mask there is a face and behind that face they is a story.we are always on the run running for our dear lives or running because people are running not because you are being trained to be a solider.you hear be silent they are coming or they are passing, silence you hear the gun shots, silence for the ones who didn’t make it.l Don’t know beyond running and fighting for what l don’t know.Misery, hungry and death is what has become our state.”Kudos to all who fought for us”but in the back of my mind l can’t help but question why l’m l fighting ?why can’t find peace?ama tumebaki tukikoleza nundu ya ngamia maguta ati amani haiji ila Kwa incha ya upanga.This phrase has made us miserable,not knowing what shelter is sleeping on the streets hoping life can take a u_ turn . Eating a meal a single became a miracle.Trying to fight from all odds just to have what it takes.Till when we will this go on.The veins in our body are tired to push blood,as the heart race faster threatening to came out of the ribcage