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It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man
who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and swLocation:kabba, Nigeria send mail view gallery view pals
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Sweet Mother
Sweet mother I no go forget you
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.
Sweet mother I no go forget you
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.
When I dey cry, my mother go carry me--she go say,
'my pikin', wetin you dey crLocation:PortHarcourt, Nigeria send mail view gallery view pals
