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.