In the vast tapestry of life, there lies the western side, a land that often feels like a living hell. It's a place where the dreams of many seem so distant, where the harsh realities of existence can crush even the strongest spirits. It's here that children are born into a world that seems bent on testing their resilience from the very start. I've pondered why tears flow freely when the realization dawns that Africa is our motherland. It's a continent that often feels like a battleground, where survival sometimes means wading through the mire of selfishness and individualism. In this unforgiving terrain, people chase their own interests relentlessly, often at the expense of those around them. The pursuit of wealth can drive some to unspeakable acts, where the allure of money blinds even the closest of kin. It's a place where the thirst for riches can warp minds and souls, leading to deeds that chill the very bones. Money, they say, is the root of all evil, yet pove