I have been moving around the country looking for united people. People of different ideologies, religious ideas, cultures, and political belongings. I searched through the provinces, cities, districts, villages and compounds. I cried out because of a very big gap I saw. It was a crack that divided the nation.
Broken felt and divided we are diluted at the hands of disunity and division but we linger with sight in our hands but there is capacity and power for greatness, for happiness at the potential of the premise of unity and togetherness may we stand together and make the unity that we peacefully seek to found our fundamentals and the heritage of our tomorrows
Some of our heroes are now becoming Zeros. The messages of peace they preached, have turned into blasphemy. The oneness they practiced has now transformed into threats and insults. But as I seat in the corner. In my confused state, the words of my fathers come into my mind as a I say `Wanya wanya tateka ichalo`
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