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“To my African brother and sisters. If you manage to go overseas or to other countries. When you get there .Please don’t ruin it for other Africans . Don’t say or do things that will make other Africans not be allowed . Don’t be a curse to other Africans and don’t let other African be cursed because of you.”

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