DISCRIMINATION
His name is Momoh Kamara
a brilliant mind, fresh from school
confident, driven
his future packed in a folder and a dream.
But they didn’t see that.
They saw Themne.
They saw North.
And whispered spy, problem, glitch.
“Wait for our call,” they said.
So Momoh waited
days grow into to months
hope rusted in the silence.
Four years, four heavy years
he chased a future that kept retreating
not because he wasn’t worthy
but because of where he came from
because of who they decided he was.
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