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RE: HOME DOESN’T ALWAYS HAVE TO BE PERFECT.

in DCooperation2 years ago

I remember a very old poem we recite then in school.

Nigeria is my country
A place of Joy
A place of pleasure
Where mummy was born
Where daddy was born
No matter what happens
Nigeria remains my country.

Well, it seems like the joy and pleasure are slowly fading away and it's so sad.

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Joy and pleasure faded years back if we were being honest, right now it is getting to a point of pain.