We built him up in Minnesota. Our Amba he became. Then he left us. He went off. And did Amba his way. His very own way. He was no prodigal son when he came home. But he was home in Minnesota. It is where he belongs. We in MN are more than Ambazonians. We are brothers and sisters first. He will always be ours. And I was there when he left us to meet the ancestors as an Amba.
