Nothing will ever
Make me leave
The shores of my own country
Away from its dazzling relief
And its warmth,
Of the land and the seas.
Not even boko haram
Or unemployment
Or the dearth of free and fair elections
I will only visit
Those freezing climes
And return to put a brick
On the structure
Called my country.
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