Dear Sirs/Madams,
I hate you! And No! I have not been playing “angry birds”. You have interrupted my sleep yet again as my thoughts run to the future of a nation we have all grown to love and cherish. I had wanted to stop at my first line but I would hate for you to assume that I am a six year old child who has just begun to use Microsoft Word and only seeks to practice on it.
I know I have already used hate one too many times, but bear with me for a bit and I suspect you will soon realize where this nail is being driven. Decades ago, our nation won its independence from colonial rule and societal rape. William Francis Small fought with pen and paper for our independence and the fathers of our nation took up the fight and won us the rights to our lands and our resources for generations still unborn. It was a nation crawling slowly that I was born to over two decades ago and there was still that remnant of colonialism everywhere I went.
