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BRAINS that never get DRAINED

Nothing biased here so I will start with the dark and lovely, so pious and friendly. Endowed with enough earthed resources and fast leaners as well. Proudly evolving are the Africans. They never give up, and value pursuit of success even if it will mean travelling to unknown land of milk and honey

Formerly Super powers. Now even a greater continent. Gargantuan in technology and stature. A newly discovered sect, now a voice irresistibly controlling the whole world. America shall always stand tall .

Asia, so far from home. So fair and dear. Not very tall in stature but pioneers of ideas. Just name a thing and they will get it done at your price. It is undeniable they are formally the world power. I LOVE CHINESE

Not less than a country but more than a nation. In unity lies strength. In fact, they do the unimaginable and are so self-dependent and sufficient. Simply, they are Australians.

Talk of beauty and eloquence, be it integrity. With precision and freedom, they forge to live peaceably. Share your idea with them and it’s a reality. Europeans are more than dream makers.

Those I love most are limited by space, distance and time. Restricted by ice and ocean. Yet, they disagree with environmental determinism and the negative effects of colonialism. They believe in the beauty of their dream… possibilism. I call them the brains in the Caribbean, the hearts in the Antarctica and the eyes of Islands.

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