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    The document is a first person perspective piece from "Mama Liberia" describing the country of Liberia. Mama Liberia establishes that she is over 170 years old, conceived in 1822 and born in 1847, making her old enough to understand Africa's needs. She expresses sadness that despite the resources and people she has provided, including gold, timber, diamonds and oil, many of her people still live in extreme poverty without access to education, healthcare or jobs. However, she remains hopeful that her people desire change for the better and will move beyond despair to build a prosperous future for Liberia.

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    A poem about my motherland

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    The document is a first person perspective piece from "Mama Liberia" describing the country of Liberia. Mama Liberia establishes that she is over 170 years old, conceived in 1822 and born in 1847, making her old enough to understand Africa's needs. She expresses sadness that despite the resources and people she has provided, including gold, timber, diamonds and oil, many of her people still live in extreme poverty without access to education, healthcare or jobs. However, she remains hopeful that her people desire change for the better and will move beyond despair to build a prosperous future for Liberia.

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    I Am Liberia

    Uploaded by

    Niasehkar Gluaseay
    The document is a first person perspective piece from "Mama Liberia" describing the country of Liberia. Mama Liberia establishes that she is over 170 years old, conceived in 1822 and born in 1847, making her old enough to understand Africa's needs. She expresses sadness that despite the resources and people she has provided, including gold, timber, diamonds and oil, many of her people still live in extreme poverty without access to education, healthcare or jobs. However, she remains hopeful that her people desire change for the better and will move beyond despair to build a prosperous future for Liberia.

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    I am Mama Liberia! By Niasehkar Gluaseay, Jr.

    Monrovia, Liberia
    October 20, 2013
    gluaseay@yahoo.com, +231-886-598-570
    I am a black beauty situated west of Africas coast. I am old enough to know Africas needs and
    pains.
    My age also gives me an advantage to understand Africas power and potential since I was
    conceived in 1822 and born on July 26, 1847.
    My just enough offspring - less than four (4) million people - are diverse but wonderful. Mine has
    always been to love, cherish and support them any how I can.
    I offered gold and ore, rubber and timber, diamond and sand, greens and people when Africa
    and the world needed them most. Even now I still do. I did all these to make my people
    independent, proud and respectable.
    Just the other day when oil became the world order and when their friends demanded it, in my
    bosom, I showed them where to find it.
    I have tried to make my people proud, loved and peaceful but I am yet sad! I am sad for I
    helplessly watch with dismay how my own people abuse me.
    I am sad because with all I have offered my people, many of them still languished in extreme
    poverty.
    I am sad because even with ample resources, most of my people cannot afford to give their
    children competitive education and the daily three square meals.
    They cannot get the job they need to live a decent life and dream beyond today. Even with
    abundance of ever green forests, rivers and sand, paucity continues to impair the innovation of
    my people to grow. Oh, I am sad!
    I am sad because while I aspire to raising a people of truth in God - with one love, society and
    destiny - a few have chosen and decided to marginalized and deprive their brethren,
    subjecting them to subjugation and suffering. This deepens my sorrow!

    But as I listen to the voices of my people, and the vigor with which they desire to change their
    course for the better, I can only remain hopeful.
    I am hopeful for I see a people willing to move beyond despair and agony called upon them by
    their own. I am hopeful that amidst the odd, my people are alert, strong and proud!
    I am hopeful that they believe in change, and discern that lasting change of prosperity is
    eminent. My hope is resolved in this creed!
    I am hopeful because my song sings, long live Liberias happy land, a home of glorious liberty
    by Gods command.
    I am hopeful for I know that change will come someday soon and when that day comes, I will
    be glad again to tell the world that I am Mama Liberia!

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