GREEN IS THE LAND YOU STAND ON


Every land has its goodies and its misfortune
For where fortune resides
Misfortune abounds
Where God seeks to reside
That is the place the Devil roast salted tilapia
There is no bush without thorns
Nor sea without sharks
Life and death share the same mother
As success and failure share the same father
Times are tough but there is no place like the land that holds your umbilical cord

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