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Patriot

When I get the opportunity, To travel I choose my country. It was here I was born. My mum gave birth to me at home. My ancestors walk on this land. Build buildings with their bare hands. As a child I played amongst the fauna and flora. Learning to appreciate culture and diversity. Growing up during the segregation laws. But still we have Ubuntu in us. There is so much beauty to see. In spite all the negativities. I am my country. And my country is me.

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