Go my son, to the land where many dreamt of but were not fortunate to visit until their departure. Go my son, to the land where many have abandoned everything in there motherland for. Go my son to the land which caused brothers to falsely married sisters through DV lottery. Go my son to the land where dreams come through by hard work. Go my son, to the land where some final take home cash is 15% of gross salary. Go my son if possible graduate from an Ivy league with honors. My son, go if possible occupy a managerial position in a top 10 fortune 500 firm. Return some day my son and invest in the motherland. Return again my son, and make the motherland a better place. O yes my son, return and let mama make your favorite Liberian dish.