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Thank you very much. Yes I did went for NYSC before law school

As you read this story, I am patiently waiting for the outcome of the fiercest mental battle of my life; the result of the 2017/2018 Nigerian Law School Bar part 2 exams. I faithfully wait for it in anticipation of my Call to Bar Ceremony as a Lawyer and Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Nigeria. Amidst the excitement for the proposed auspicious moment, it is an anticipating accomplishment I look forward to dedicating to some special individuals, especially those that are found within the academic institutions in Nigeria and the whole of Africa. It is a fervent moment to beckon the attention of our society to the pain and frustration of a particular set of special people in our educational system. They are called “The Dyslexics.”

In blinkered understanding, Dyslexia is only characterized as a reading disorder in which the brain has trouble properly processing language, making it difficult to spell, read quickly, and write words and also solve math. But experts would tell us that it is a language-based learning condition caused by a different wiring of the brain which has no relationship to intelligence. They are neither more nor less intelligent than the general population. Rather than refer to it as a disability, it should more accurately be called a conditional liability. Some would say that people with dyslexia are geniuses whose way of thinking can actually be an asset in achieving success.

Mine all started before I was born but everything began to connect right from primary school and through my university education. I grew up as a young boy who can be referred to as a tech geek with keen, intuitive and eccentric understanding of how almost everything works. I dismantled and repaired every gadget in the house without anyone putting me through any form of training. I was very imaginative and inventive. With this understanding, I developed the ambition to study Electrical Electronics Engineering. But my ambition began to wane when I discovered I wasn’t good at math. I was very terrible in anything that involves calculation. It wouldn’t just stick to my memory no matter how hard I tried. To concentrate in class and learn generally was a ceaseless fluctuating exercise. To escape the horror of listening to figures and words that make my brain to spin and also the countless number of canes I received from my teachers for being “unteachable,” I became a truant (especially math classes) for a considerable period in primary and secondary school. As a result of this, I gave up my ambition for a torrential academic performance that wouldn’t score me higher chances for admission into the university. That was the start of my academic frustration. To avoid the wrath of my parents who are unrepentant disciplinarians, dropping out of school was never an option. Despite the bad grades, frustrations and disappointments I got from school, somehow beneath my heart I was still in love with school. As a result of this, I ran to arts class and naively opted to study law to escape the demands of any form of calculation. But unknown to me, being admitted into the higher institution to study law was the beginning of my miserable years in pursuit of education.

All through my years in the university as a law student were moments of horror, panic and trepidation. From my first day in class, it was obvious to me that I was in a wrong environment. I was meant to understand that except I consistently cram substantial part of my lecture notes and text books and reproduce them word for word, I would never make good grades. Subsequently, it became crystal that classes that involved strict reading and writing were mental torture chambers for me. I struggled to understand almost everything, that is, if I did at all understood any at instant. Because of the parallel academic calendar law faculties run and the voluminous course outlines, every student was expected to read ahead of the teachers and also cover the areas where they were unable to.

Some of my teachers would spend a few hours in a bulky topic and would expect you to reproduce it in tests and examination in less than forty-five minutes. This was cruel to me. I never hesitated concealing my hatred for any lecturer who asked me to attempt answering any random question during lectures. I never got many correct; if indeed I got at all. While some teachers were more interested in covering their assigned lecture areas before the next teacher walked in. Others were more concerned with their personal engagements. Whether you were in terms with the lectures for that day or not was never their business. To them, they have registered their presence in the class and whether you understood anything or not, you should just expect the topics during examinations. Some would tell you, “just cram it and give me back what I gave you in the class.” These situations sent me mentally ablaze. Not only did I struggle with the mental capacity to quickly understand the marathon lectures, I never got enough time to read and properly digest any topic. Proper understanding of a topic would take me reading it for not less than five times before it would sink into my memory and to go round the whole course outlines for not less than five times was an impossible adventure given the voluminous work load. My brain became stiff and saturated. I was frustrated; nothing again at that point caught my interest. Conclusively, I became “dumb and stupid” before some of my lecturers and some of my classmates. I neither asked nor got any question correct in the class. Despite these difficult times, I came to a realization one day that I was already in love with the study of law because of its diverse, explosive and scintillating nature. Studying law brought me to an intersection where I connected with every other field of study. But the unfortunate process I found myself in literally rejected me but I was already deeply in love.

Throughout my five years in the university, I miraculously recorded an ‘A’ in one course out of more than twenty five (25) courses, others were below ‘C’. Every exam was a torture and I can’t recall not going blank in all of them. Crying after sitting for each examination was a routine. I never entered any examination hall prepared. While other students studied to make high grades, I studied not to have any carryover. My grades became so low that I suffered depression and low self esteem academically but no one ever found out except my close friends. For too many times in school, I considered dropping out. But my passion for education, coupled with the devastating stigma I would suffer from both family and friends wouldn’t let me do that. Nobody would just understand me. I couldn’t even understand myself too. I knew I have a “problem” but I can’t just figure it out. Why can’t I just perform well like other students in class despite all my frantic efforts? I surfed the internet daily for the causes of my “mysterious condition” and I saw many related cases but they were never compatible with my situation. I guess I wasn’t even sure of what I was searching for. My frustration grew higher, I was convinced I was “dumb” academically, not good enough and was never going to fit in. For the remaining part of my years in university, I became more interested in graduating with my class mates rather than being concerned with grades. The pain would be more if I ever spend any extra year in that torture chambers called class room. All my goals and ambitions became far from attainment. I felt I lacked the capacity to achieve them. All I did was to fantasize about them in their amazing rendition.

In every sense of humility and due respect, part of the things that made my situations worst were some of my teachers/lectures. They were more interested in using people like me to set examples as the students who were wasting their time and parents’ resources in school than finding the solutions to our problems. They have little or no knowledge of the mental and physiological challenges of their students. They maintain zero personal relationship with their students that all they see in them is their good and bad grades. But only a few are amazingly caring. They showed great concern but were too helpless to figure out our challenges. For the unconcerned ones, they would frantically tell us repeatedly; “with the way we are going in the accumulation of poor grades, the society would not have any place for you.” These words haunted me repeatedly like predators. They made it clear that we would not amount to anything in life. We are simply “dumb and stupid.” Their daily emphasis of these dehumanizing utterances made me lose motivation the more. Their words pierce my heart and gave way for all the slightest accumulation of courage I gave myself to flow away. I was losing the grip of my breath and dying every day I set my feet in the classroom. As far as class room activities and intellectual discussions were concerned, nobody remembered me.

Amidst all these academic predicaments, my activities outside the classroom were mastery. I was socially ascendant, full of life, energetically flourishing, physically fit and never exhausted my elasticity. I was aware of these and I capitalized on it to also make my impacts in school. It is never in me to leave any environment I found myself the same, no matter how little the positive impression. I was gifted with the skills of human management. The overwhelming student leadership activities I demonstrated in school were too unexpected of a “dumb guy” like me. In any activity outside classroom, I never lost the childhood gift I developed of looking at an object or situations and just know how it works. I master many skills faster than the average person could comprehend or understand. My primary thought process is non-verbal picture thinking (this was actually my challenge in classrooms for they are more often verbal) which occurs at an average of thirty-two (32) picture per second. I was exceptionally good at the above mentioned skills but unfortunately, my teachers/lecturers would never consider them while grading me in both character and learning. All these happened coherently and I was leveraging on my ingenious skills and gifts to console my academic deficiencies. A few days after I wrote my last paper as a final year student, the mysteries surrounding my neurological conditions were unraveled. I am dyslexic. My first acquaintance with the word was in one of the corporate social campaigns of Richard Branson’s, the celebrity entrepreneur and CEO of Virgin Airlines. He was discussing Dyslexia and I became curios as a result of my ignorance of what Dyslexic meant. I searched for the meaning immediately and I became more interested. I learnt that dyslexia is a neurological condition. I took the test and to my greatest shock, I have the brain condition. Although I was apprehensive for a long time but out of curiosity to find a lasting solution to what have been my misery all long, I discovered I am a special child not less than the others. People like me are unique and rare in our own special ways. I discovered I had no problem; I was just in a wrong system that enhanced frustration rather than breeds my ingenuity. I cried heavily but this time, crying produced tears of joy. I am free from my bondage of ignorance. I have discovered who I am. I have accepted myself the way I am.

Looking back to all the years I spent in the school, I made a conclusion that the system was never designed to help me. Many of my kind all over the world dropped out of school and pursued their passion when they could no longer face the frustration. Some gave up their dreams and quite a number landed in jail as a result of the hostility they exhibited due to little or no adequate support. I hated the school system for not taking notice of people like me. I hated some of my teachers/lecturers for telling me I would never amount to anything because of my grade. They are wrong. They never knew that Steve Jobs, Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Richard Branson, Walt Disney, Leonardo da Vinci, Muhammad Ali,etc. were all like me and their achievements were made possible because they are dyslexic. I hated some of my classmates and colleagues who mocked and laughed at me for not being “brilliant.” They turned my overwhelming admiration for their erudition and intellectual prowess to hate. They bullied and mocked my pet projects in school and made frantic efforts to always tell ugly stories about me. To drive their unfounded stories and allegation home by ignorantly assumed responsibility for my challenges. Unfortunately, the gullible ones believed them. I was their greatest fan but they never noticed me. I dreamt often to be as “brilliant” as they are.

The struggle is over now. I made the discovery too late in the school and I regrettably had no form of assistance or professional support. The school wasn’t just a challenge to me, it was a nightmare. My ignorance of dyslexia embarrassed me and I performed terribly in all my tests and examinations. These were tests and examinations which according to Richard Branson, “they measured abilities where I was weak. But in the end, it was the test that failed”. They totally missed my passion and skills in leadership. “They had no means to identify ambition, the fire inside that drives people to find a path to success that zigzags around the maze of standards doors that won’t open.” They never identified I am a good cook, that I am a very fantastic driver and story teller. “They never identified the most important talent of all. It is the ability to connect with people, mind to mind, soul to soul. It’s the rare power to engage the ambitions of others so that they too, rise to the level of their dreams.”
Conclusively, I write this piece to raise public awareness of Dyslexia. I look forward to pushing for a campaign through “Dyslexia Nigeria” across regions and nations to encourage all dyslexics out there to live above their perceived predicaments. We are geniuses who simply see the world differently. We are gifts and an asset to the society when given the opportunity to manifest our talents. I call on our leaders, individuals and organization to intervene. Many students are unaware they are Dyslexic. Adequate mechanism should be put in place in the school system to enhance our potentials. Early discovery of dyslexia in a child would go a long way to help in their proper upbringing. The risk of neglecting them would put the society at a loss for being unable to benefit from their ingenious mindset and intuitive aptitude towards the maze the difficult situations that seem to defile a solution.

We are not dumb and stupid! We are just Dyslexic!

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Edwin Ugwuodo
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Not too long from now, on this day, 29th of June, 2016, my colleagues and I in NYSC batch A stream 2 would pass out from the orientation camp and be sent to our various places of primary assignment were we are expected to live up to the cardinal objectives of the said program. Although the NYSC program has been fraught with over flogged controversies where most people are weary of its continuous importance in nation building, given some arguable challenges, others are also focused on what the allowances both the federal and state level would be like. My experience in Ogun State NYSC camp really took an exceptional view.

Notwithstanding many ugly stories I read online about NYSC camps which may be true in most states on the devastating experiences and dilapidated surroundings, the infrastructures, camp environment, management and staff of NYSC Ogun State are simply fascinating. The management is so devoted in their responsibilities that one wonders how a government institution exudes such diligence that is near perfection. Although we find indolence and nonchalance in every institution but the greater percentage of the people here are just superb. The military men in charge of our physical training would confront you with such ferocity and fury but amidst their fierce approach which is necessary comes the most dramatic and comic personalities you would want to spend all your days with. No wonder our camp commandant Capt. Pedro received such a thunderous standing ovation on the day we took our oath of allegiance. His jokes can make you laugh yourself into exhaustion but you must not disobey his orders. Mr. A. J Afolayan, our state coordinator is such a gentle man whose smiles and charismatic approach would compel you to abide by the rules of the camp with every sense of obligation. On a personal note which I am sure, I also hold the views of the majority of the corps members here, the staff and managements are fabulously making the federal government proud.

The camp environment and the infrastructures are outstanding. The level of neatness is just epic. Despite some minor complaints which are not fundamental (no one expects maximum level of the comfort one gets at home here), you would never look forward to seeing such convergence in a public institution. Everywhere is spotlessly neat. There is steady water supply. Power supply is national issue but the camp coordinators are aptly diligent in giving us light when the onus falls on them. I don’t expect the food to be like that of my mother but they do their best. Provision of three square meals for more than 3,000 persons on daily bases for not less than 18 days must be fraught with some challenges. Above all, there are no regrets finding myself in the prestigious “5 star” NYSC camp, Ogun State.

On a final note, I enjoin the youths of our beloved country to still reserve in the recess of their mind the belief that we still have good people out here in our society who are firmly committed to the growth and development of our great nation, Nigeria. Unfortunately, the wicked and bad ones would always seem to overshadow the good ones but it is always temporary.

I leave you with the words of Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple in his famous commencement lecture at Stamford University which he says: “… your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma- which is living with the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinion drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

Long live our youth
Long live NYSC
Long live Ogun State
Long live Federal Republic of Nigeria.

Ugwuodo Edwin Chukwunonso

National Youth Service Corps member, Batch A, Stream 2, 2016.

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Not too long ago, the conventional statement,”he who knows it would rain and refuses to get an umbrella is a fool” was reiterated in my hearing. The statement was not only heard through the aid of loud giant public address system but was made so dramatic that I was kicked into solitude for a couple of hours. The enchanting voice that uttered the above mentioned statement was Prof. Vincent Anigbogu, a Nigerian (Igbo), Director General International at Institute for National Transformation which has centres in Atlanta, Nairobi (Kenya), Kampala (Uganda) and Lagos (Nigeria). He is an iconic teacher of chemistry who has been in practice in the United States of America for more than 20 years. A very brilliant man (emphasis please),lol. My dear, for another rear moment in my life, I saw a professor who is really prophesying.

It was on 26th March, 2016, about a few minutes past 7 o’clock in the evening. The event was at Km 22 Lekki Epe Express way, Ajah, Lagos Nigeria. A friend of mine invited me for a program that was organised by Dominion City which is titled, “Global Trends”. Truth be told, I am not a fan of prayer crusade or its likes where multitudes of people gather and engage in lengthy “prayer wars” for the purpose of casting and binding the devil. I don’t criticise it, who am I to do that. Quiet moments with my creator are just what work for me. I attend such gathering specifically for the strategic teachings which I think would interest me. When this particular invitation came, I was arrested by the title and when the actual day came for the topic to be discussed, it was an obligation on me to be there. Sincerely speaking, I don’t regret seating in that gigantic tent on that solemn evening. Aside the teaching that took me there, the setting of the event was mastery. See, “churches get money die, aswear!” No wonder everybody wants to have a church. Chill, don’t misquote me, lol.

On that eventful evening, Professor Vincent, a renowned international speaker was on stage to take the topic on global trends. That was the first time I saw him live. Within the space of some seconds, his teaching became burning fire in the heart of so many people there. He was spitting fire like a dragon from a particular document which is the core motive for this piece. The document was published since 2008 and it was an embarrassment on me that I became aware of it in 2016, that is, 8 years after publication. I was really furious at such protracted level of ignorance. The document was published by the United States of America National Intelligence Council. The title is; Global Trends 2025: A Transformed Word. Professor Vincent’s teaching on it was articulate, succinct and concisely dissected that all was fascinated excitedly. But beneath the beauty of the teaching was aroused the surge of pity for our dear country. The revelation from the document shows that Africa, not only Nigeria is like a time bomb waiting to explode if proper caution is not taken. Thank God they called it a prediction but the chance of it occurring is most certain if neglected. After the teaching, just like every other academic, profess gave us an assignment on the document, amongst other books he recommended and I really made Google my friend. My dear, these are the summary of my research work. My major concern here is about the Nigerian youths, those who do not know about this most certain prediction. If you think you have known it since 2008 or rather before now, the question for you is what have you done or doing about it?

The National Intelligence Council (NIC) is the centre for midterm and long term strategic thinking within the United States intelligence community (IC). It was formed in 1979 according to its official website. The NIC’s goal is to provide policymakers with the best information, unvarnished, unbiased and without regard to whether the analytic judgment conform to current U.S. policy. It is drawn from government, academia and the private sector and are the intelligent community’s sector experts on a range of regional and functional issues. In 2008, the council prepared Global Trends 2025: A Transformed Word “to stimulate strategic thinking about the future by identifying key trends, the factors that drive them, where they seem to be headed, and how they might interact. It uses scenarios to illustrate some of the many ways in which the drivers examined in the study (e.g., globalization, demography, the rise of new powers, the decay of international institutions, climate change, and the geopolitics of energy) may interact to generate challenges and opportunities for future decision makers. The study as a whole is more a description of the factors likely to shape events than a prediction of what will actually happen.” Among the messages they hope to convey are: “If you like where events seem to be headed, you may want to take timely action to preserve their positive trajectory. If you do not like where they appear to be going, you will have to develop and implement policies to change their trajectory.”

I would try as much as possible to be brief and point out the issues as they relate to our dear country but bear with me if you find it lengthy. The 120 pages document took my time but it’s really worth the attention.

The document revealed that in terms of size, speed, and directional flow, the transfer of global wealth and economic power would roughly move from West to East and is without precedent in modern history. Do you know the countries in picture? Brazil, Russia, India and China (the BRICs). The things these nations share in common with our dear country, Nigeria are oil, agriculture and population (I will come back to these) etc but we are not even in picture for any economical growth for the next 15 to 20 years. The BRICs seem to take huge advantage of these situations and what are we doing about ours? Growth projections for Brazil, Russia, India, and China (the BRICs) indicate they will collectively match the original G-7’s share of global GDP by 2040-2050. China is poised to have more impact on the world over the next 20 years than any other country. If current trends persist, by 2025 China will have the world’s second largest economy and will be a leading military power. Is it not obvious you should start leaning Chinese language? It is stated that a generation of globally competitive companies is emerging from the new powers, helping to further solidify their position in the global market place; from Brazil in agribusiness and offshore energy exploration; Russia in energy and metals; India in IT services, pharmaceuticals, and auto parts; and China in steel, home appliances, and telecommunications equipment. “Of the top 100 new global corporate leaders from the non-OECD world listed in a 2006 report from The Boston Consulting Group, 84 were headquartered in Brazil, Russia, China and India.” Fellow Nigerians, don’t we possess the above mentioned resources that are pushing the said countries to the global market. What have we done with ours? What impact have they made on us the citizens let alone the global economy? I am most convinced our leaders in their international outings must have gained knowledge of this issue since 2008 or even through the aid of Google, our friend.

Issus on population, Scarcity of Water, Food, and Climate Change: World population is projected to grow by about 1.2 billion between 2009 and 2025, from 6.8 billion to around 8 billion people. Demographers project that Asia and Africa will account for most of the population growth out to 2025 while less than 3 percent of the growth will occur in the “West” Europe, Japan, the United States, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand. In line with this, the United Nation has projected that Nigeria would be among the 4 most populated countries by 2050. Undoubtedly, the National Intelligent Council has projected that this population growth would add pressure on the globe. With problem of climate change also, they would all result in scarcity of water and food in the nearest future. The issue now is, what laid down plans are in place by our government to survive these “dooms day”? Or are they always interested in furnishing us with their relentless and unfulfilled promises? We are currently and consistently struggling with high rate of unemployment at this point, what would be the case should we not take measures before the night fall. Those who are currently employed are even crying of being underemployment. Have we channeled any effort towards agriculture or are we merely verbalizing it only on the media? Every day, I watch on television where farmers complain of waste in their agricultural products. This is as a result of little or no availability of preservative and storage mechanisms. What our minister is telling us is how they intend to stop the importation of pencil, toothpicks and matchboxes. Isn’t this funny?

As if government policies are not enough, I even discovered recently that those in the village are no longer interested in farming. Everyone goes for processed food, massive relocation to cities with no job placement in view. We all run after white collar job and aspire to put on suit even when the salary we earn from it can hardly feed our family. We all deceive ourselves with the nomenclature, “corporate job” without knowing that every job is corporate, it is just how you package yours. The most painful is that our village leaders are now in the business of selling both community and personal land to expatriates who have understood the dimensions at which the world is going, thereby buying up our land to establish their industries and before you know it, it would be a second colonial journey. A practical example to the best of my knowledge is Nike community in Enugu State. Every individual in that town is in the business of selling land. I was discussing with one the other day and I discovered that what they do with the money is to host parties and buy cars. What they don’t know is that a day might come when they would pay to use the roads they once owned. Sorry to be so dramatic but that is the truth. Be it known to you also that companies from Europe are buying up our seashores because of water scarcity that would hit them soon as a result of climate change and selfishly, our leaders are selling them off. If care is not taken, a time would come when we would all pay to drink water from that stream behind our backyards. Africa is at an advantage in this whole drama of climate change and should we make good policies and act wisely, we would feed the world in years to come.

Fellow youth, be it known to you now that all those advertisements about universities abroad and their difficult to resist scholarships is a strategy. It has been revealed that there would be a high rate of decline in youth population in Europe and the Western world between now and 2025 which means they would have more old people than young ones in the nearest future which would definitely affect their economic strength. They now engage in policies that would attract best minds amongst us who ultimately wound benefit from them and may remain there to empower them. Truth be told, how would you abandon someone who gave you the best of care, attention and amenities which your country never provided except in rear dramatic turn of event? Honestly, who wouldn’t take such opportunity where our beloved country has refused to offer them? Our universities decay by day with obsolete academic program. Take note that a time would come when some of the courses we celebrate today would drastically vanish on planet earth. I recently discovered that China is developing an educational program that would have students whom their course would be to think for the future of their country. Isn’t this fascinating? This is a country that Nigeria was richer than some decades ago. What a pity we currently ask them for loan. Can someone please tell me what went wrong?

Quoting from the document we are discussing: “The emergence of new economic tigers by 2025 could occur where youth bulges mature into “worker bulges.” Experts argue that this demographic bonus is most advantageous when the country provides an educated work force and a business friendly environment for investment… Unless employment conditions change dramatically, youth in weak states will continue to go elsewhere—externalizing volatility and violence… The populations of already parlous youth bulge states—such as Afghanistan, Democratic Republic of Congo (DROC), Ethiopia, Nigeria, Pakistan, and Yemen—are projected to remain on rapid-growth trajectories. Pakistan’s and Nigeria’s populations are each projected to grow by about 55 million people.” Reading this statement really sent huge shock down my spine. Our country records being one of the countries with the highest number of youths and we have little or no contribution in the governance of this great country. It was really a disappointment to hear from our dear vice president who stated in the past that they couldn’t find any youth that is capable of being made a minister. What a shameful statement from a law professor. Does it mean he couldn’t produce any good student throughout his years in the university? Bear with me sir if you find this statement insulting, I am just trying to state the obvious.

Finally, dear girlfriend, sister, wife and whatever names you might choose to answer…lol. Please take kind notice that it has been projected that the economic and political empowerment of women is said could transform the global landscape over the next 20 years. “Demographic data indicate a significant correlation between a higher level of female literacy and more robust GDP growth within a region (e.g., the Americas, Europe, and East Asia). Conversely, those regions with the lowest female literacy rates (southern and western Asia; the Arab world; and Sub-Saharan Africa) are the poorest in the world.” I am particular about this because most of our women are so obsessed with marriage. The highest point of their achievement is settling down with a man and over populating the world with children they sometimes fine difficult to provide with required basic needs. Our men are not also being helpful. Every young man with little or no amount of money in his pocket it desperately raising the issue of marriage as if it’s an achievement. I was stunned at the village last Christmas when I discovered that virtually all my age mates and those below already have children. Although I found that admirable, having my children run around me but is that all I can contribute to the society? There are more to achieve my dear in this combating difficulty than settling for marriage. Let’s be wise.

Conclusively, I took pain to compose this not for any other reason rather than my love for this country and the whole of Africa. The National Intelligence Council stated that African is the most vulnerable of all the impending difficulties that would subsequently hit the world. Rather than engage in propaganda, political war, embezzlement of national wealth, ethic marginalization, looting of public fund and selfish ideologies, let us maximize this prediction for the benefit of our dear country Nigeria. You mustn’t be a politician to do this. It is even painful that politics is now a career. You ask someone what is your profession and he would boldly tell you he is a politician, imagine! Why won’t they since its now sure way to make money through the destruction of the society. I believe in this country with my blood and know we would get to the top someday and forget the consistent reminder of the past days glory.

Yeah, please whoever that meets Professor Vincent Anigbogu should thank him for me. He is among my heroes currently. I really look forward to meeting him in person some day. I would always be in love with Dominion City. Although I am a devoted Catholic, they also contribute in keeping me in check in my communion with the heavenly father.

God bless Nigeria

Ugwuodo Edwin.

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