As we docked at  Em mar, I took  a recess to caption the mystery of my home   country. The treasure I left behind in goodwill.(The then giant of African)And his  dealings towards her. You have  treated her unjustly, after all she had done  too put a smile on your  face anarchy. I have  no passion to utter your name among  dignitaries. The enclave of great icon  had fallen apart. Sailing across the Black Sea, I could see for the third times, The  hope of a new country as the old being faded away. Dreams are not ideology rather a reality  of things to surface in view. Every news I betook as we embraced Marnara Sea hoping to hear  good tiding of thee where messed up.you deserved to be safe in your home land. Treated with respect among aliens. But shame to he whom you have entrusted  too governed thou affairs in a time like these.