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STEREOTYPE

 I am from the North

That doesn't make me a bad person;

Not a terrorist, not a bandit and not a killer

You judge me from afar

Come close and taste of my many wonders

I am of the North

I am for peace

You dread me because you don't know me

Why act solely by what they say?

Come closer, I don't bite!


I am from the South

That doesn't make me a bad person;

Not a kidnapper, not a militant and not a crude thief

You judge me from a distance

Just come close and see what I'm made of

I am of the South

I am for unity

You hold me in contempt because you don't know me

Do not act solely by what you heard

Come closer, I don't bite!


I am from the East

That doesn't make me a bad person;

Not a greedy man, not a money launderer and not a ritualist

You condemn me from afar

Come close and experience my many skills

I am of the East

I am for prosperity

You hate me because you don't know me

Refrain from acting solely by what you think

Come closer, I don't bite!


I am from the West

That doesn't make me a bad person;

Not a cyber criminal, not a tout and not a smuggler

You condemn me from a distance

Come close and partake of my many knowledge

I am of the West

I am for progress

You dislike me because you don't know me

Stop acting solely by what you perceive

Come closer, I don't bite!


Par: Sambasy

Comments

  1. Amazing....Some times we are so quick to judge people

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  2. A truly educating piece, this is great work skills, keep it up

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  3. Sleek. Educating, informative and didactic

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    1. Yes sir. It's what we are here for. Thank you for viewing

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  5. Nice writeup and very educative, we need more of these out there.

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    1. Thank you for viewing. Feel free to tell your friends about it.

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  6. God Bless your efforts my brother 🙏

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  7. Great work sir...... Every informative

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  8. Let’s stop the hate
    And make the world a better place
    Thanks for this Sammy❤️

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    1. That's the attitude we need.
      Thank you, Saint

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  9. A very beautiful and enlightening piece.

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  10. Only if we can realize that. Sometimes ago, my phone fell inside the vehicle I boarded and driver happened to be a Hausa man. I got my phone back the next day
    Only if we can start judging people base on their character and not where they are coming from.😔😔

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  11. ❤️❤️❤️

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  12. Stereotype, hasty generalisation. It's not the tribe but the individual

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