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“We had lost the most critically thing as a country. Not sure  if it was looted during unrest, stolen by illegal foreigners . If It was vandalized with infrastructure by the tenderpreneurs or It was colonized . We had lost RESPECT as a country or nation. Respect for the law or authority. Respect for the police or government. Respect for the country or principles. Respect for the culture , tradition or religion. Respect for the elders, parents, chiefs, kings or presidents. Respect for humanity or nature. Respect for other people privacy or rights. Respect for others and respect for ourselves. We are wicked, dishonest, malicious, deceitful, arrogant, rude, vile, mean, disrespectful and shameless. That is why we are suffering like this. Respect builds you, but we don’t have it so  we are broken people or society with our Phd, degrees, certificates , qualifications and jobs. We don’t respect each other.”

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