Niger, at first look, may be thought to be not very beautiful. But if you look deeply enough, if you give it time, the beauty is there.
The dry landscape is beautiful.
The tree growing alone, with its roots going deep for water, is beautiful.
Beautiful flowers grow in the driest time of the year giving color to the dryness.
A dust storm with clouds miles high comes rolling across the land in fearsome beauty.
And then comes the beautiful rain, pounding on the tin roof.
The Niger River flowing by, the sun reflecting on its waters is also beautiful.
The colors the people wear are beautiful and surprisingly bright against the drab desert background.
The people themselves are so beautiful, so open, so friendly.
At first glance, you may not see the beauty. It's not Switzerland, after all. But it is my home and I think it's beautiful.
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