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I was about eight and i could speak three Nigerian languages, especially pidgin. Every sunday, i recall, my mother would bless my stomach with nicely cooked native dishes. Then, the Nigerian football matches in the evening with my father was a sight too exhilarating to miss. My school years was eventful has i received a whole lot of flogging. The only clothings i had asides undergarments were all native attires. Some admired it, Others didnt. I honestly was not bothered. Now, i'm serving my country in the army, which frankly is fulfilling for me. No matter how bad Nigeria gets, i'll always be proud of it.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
True Nigerian
I was about eight and i could speak three Nigerian languages, especially pidgin. Every sunday, i recall, my mother would bless my stomach with nicely cooked native dishes. Then, the Nigerian football matches in the evening with my father was a sight too exhilarating to miss. My school years was eventful has i received a whole lot of flogging. The only clothings i had asides undergarments were all native attires. Some admired it, Others didnt. I honestly was not bothered. Now, i'm serving my country in the army, which frankly is fulfilling for me. No matter how bad Nigeria gets, i'll always be proud of it.
Write a few lines, you've gotta be proud of your country
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
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