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For the blind, she is their vision. For the deaf, she is their music. For the mute, she is their voice. For the anosmiac, she is their aroma. For the numb, she is their feeling. For the atrophied, she is their muscle.
For the starved, she is their sustenance. For the thirsty, she is their water. For the exhausted, she is their energy.
For the depressed, she is their happiness. For the disillusioned, she is their hope. For the pessimistic, she is their optimism.
If Nijika has a million fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has ten fans, I am one of them. If Nijika has only one fan, that is me. If Nijika has no fans, I no longer exist.
I will love, cherish, and protect Nijika until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Nijika until their very last breath.
In Nijika we trust, amen 🙏