Historically, Europe must shoulder much of the responsibility for Africa’s current state of development. The slave trade, colonialism, and the flawed process of colonial divestment all left their mark on Africa’s newly independent and fragile states. Now materialistic Europe and the developed world are imposing another disaster by on a struggling Africa through a life style of self-enrichment, consumption, and waste.And here is a short article of; who messed up African continent at the first place: The ex-masters should open their market to the African countries. So that thus they can sell their products to west and so that these can be lead to self-sufficient. Good for all around
Anyway here is a story goes:
Once for on time, at the Northern Scandinavian winter, Frozen short dankly day, the bodies of the world leaders at the Climate Change Summit are frozen turkeys for a ready for thanks-giving party. Frill dal dal, their frosty bodies at calamitously tattered at a warming hot fireplace and drinking a dodgy hot soup, a cupper feeble tea, and gulp down steep world straits and a balaclava dance at dawn-less dark night and “Playing Russian Roulette Game”. The chair of summit is the Donald Duck (one of my best friend!) His opening statement of the summit;
Quurrk Qurrkee…, I am the Chair of the most over crafted dis-gauntleted gone off orbit of summit! What is the big deal mates? Well speak up, all of your towheads, don’t put your precious well carved brains in your swanky briefcases and just carried by your armored body-tards or at tucked at pages in your glass cases. Speak up swindles gentles ladles swing your well carved hepatica purpled lips, with mumbled jumbled pious words and tell the world “how to save this hotheaded planet!?.
Our life is a game, the wheel of the equation Ok!!???*&^%$@#!)(*&^^ (+)^^∞√ńńµƠβ∑²☺!!! A game of our chance OK!? Here is a revolver with a bullet! Qurrke qurrke … who are the lucky leaders today’s game of the chance!!! Here we go! The wheel of game swing upside to down! Start! Here the revolver!( handed it to a leader)
The Mosquito County Leader(hold the revolver at his temple): well my friend of; sullies, naggers and immense mouthed Donald chair, thanks for this nibbling opportunity for speaking out how to save the world! Bugs bugs in toxicant, fleet of flies standings still waters and let them work on their own rhythm; our heavenly nest are dead carcasses rivers! (Click takk- Applauded with their body for itchiness, handed revolver to another leader)
The Rats’ Country Leader: Thanks the eminent misleading mates, pictorial carton laureate in your quarrelsome chair, I want to make the world of darkness, never wake up, the sleepy dawn-less dawdles place is the most habitable nest for us, we thus increase our breeding capacity would be a million in per second!! (Click –tukk Ovation ovulation follies -revolver to another leader).
The Leader Of Clean Air: dear straight backward naked dispositional cold turkey brained mates! I want to speak out my view of world in this phobia paranoia piled event. My militant exaggeration is; I am an invincible dependable and indomitable! I go everywhere; you can suck me lick me at my deeply indifferent outlook! Self pity not this is the fairest fair of all fairs! It is gigolos’ midday fling in a hot stuffy summit! (Click –tickisssssssss… the leader of clean air slowly fold his upper body on his desk, a finest strip of blood his left face flow down like a g-string of tart!)
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The Leader of Earth: Wow he got the bullet! Where is my chance of game! She is gasping gasping with chocked by airless air at the fairest fair! Where is my turn, where is the game of my chance! Then she collapsed on the floor and drop dead! Her death was by dead air!
