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Professor Samater, I beg your pardon for the liberty I am taking by approaching you in submitting these few lines for your kind consideration. Sir, honest to God I am one of those Somalilanders who highly appreciate your arrival back at home to participate in the renaissance and rebuilding that shattered beloved homeland. And I believe much that you are a valuable asset to Somaliland, locally and internationally that will enhance and intensify the motion power of the wheel and wagon of reconciliation, peace, progress, development and democratization of our young State that is encountered with many obstacles and hindrance. But frankly speaking, lately I am not impressed by the first shot you strike towards the goal. Instead of narrowing the gap of difference and being the magnetic field to attract the expelling poles and regarded as a good – omen on the table of negotiation, you became a part of the dividing factors. My dear Professor Mr. Samater, the presidency post, the prim

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