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Happy Passing Out parade(POP) to me. What a journey it has been.

From the very day I completed my NYSC online registration in Calabar, to travelling down to Abia State, and finally settling into orientation camp at Umunna Bende, it has truly been an experience filled with lessons, growth, challenges, and testimonies. It honestly has not been an easy road, but through it all, God has remained faithful.

First of all, I want to sincerely thank God Almighty. Without His mercy, grace, protection, and provisions, I would not be here today celebrating this milestone. There was a particular moment during camp when things became very difficult for me physically. I fell seriously ill and became extremely weak to the point where I almost passed out. I usually do not speak openly about personal struggles, but looking back now, I can only say that God carried me through that season. Today, I am still standing strong, and for that, I am deeply grateful.

I also want to appreciate my family. They have been my backbone from the very beginning. Their prayers, encouragement, moral support, and love kept me going during difficult moments. God has truly preserved them for me, and I never take their sacrifices for granted.

To my friends who stood solidly by me, thank you. Gideon, honestly, I will have to dedicate a separate write-up to you because words are not enough to explain how much of a positive impact you have had in my life. You have played a major role in my journey, and I genuinely see and respect you as a big brother. Daniel too, thank you for always being present. And to my special “Gbogbo mamo” "Ms.Bright" thank you for your care, advice, and support. Every one of you contributed meaningfully to this journey, and I appreciate you deeply.

As I mark the end of this chapter, I speak positively into my life:
Godwin, favour shall never depart from your life. God’s blessings will continually follow you. Everything you lay your hands on shall prosper. You will not struggle unnecessarily in life. This is only the beginning of greater heights and greater success. No evil shall cut your journey short. You will continue to shine as a light, and God’s grace will continually speak for you.

Honestly, it feels shocking that one full year has already gone by. Nobody really prepares you for the realities, experiences, and lessons that come with NYSC, but I am grateful for every moment. I met different people, learnt valuable lessons, gained experience, and grew in ways I never expected.

Once again, happy POP to me and other passing out Batch A2 corpers. From here, it is forward ever and upward only.

#NYSC #POP2026 #CorperLife #NigeriaYouth #PersonalParade #GrowthJourney #Testimony #NextLevel

Brigadier-General Soyemi Ayodele Sofoluwe was one of the most disciplined and influential leaders to shape Nigeria’s youth development system during his tenure as Director-General of the National Youth Service Corps from 1994 to 1996. At a time when Nigeria faced serious national uncertainty, he stood out for his firm leadership, intellectual depth, and uncompromising standards. A graduate of the University of Lagos with a background in oceanography, Sofoluwe brought a rare blend of academic insight and military precision into public service. Though often seen as strict and difficult, his insistence on discipline and accountability redefined how the NYSC operated, transforming community development into a more structured and impactful Integrated Rural Development model that empowered corps members to drive real change at the grassroots level.

Despite resistance from within the system and strained relationships with some senior officials, Sofoluwe remained consistent in his belief that national service must be rooted in integrity, sacrifice, and responsibility. His legacy extends beyond policies and programmes, it lives in the thousands of young Nigerians he influenced and the institutional standards he strengthened. Until his passing in December 2025, he remained a symbol of principled leadership and national commitment. His story raises an important question for today’s Nigeria, do we still value leaders who choose discipline over popularity?

#NYSCNigeria #NigerianHistory #LeadershipMatters #PublicService #NationBuilding #AfricanLeadership #YouthDevelopment #Sociology #NigerianArmy #LegacyOfService

iamnotillicit:
Weird art

Abeg teach them relevant things that will make them useful in this tech world

Not Shagari and Ghana must go and how to draw ancestral spirits ..

First are you aware schools have their scheme of work and it must be followed through strictly?


As a corper I take my teaching pertinent, and weekly I teach nothing less than 18 subjects. If it's that easy why don't you take teaching up?
Have you ever heard of current affairs as a subject in school? If you haven't do a proper background research before coming to irrelevant and baseless banters just because you want to throw the effort of another individual under a bus.

Here is the process and all. When I tell folks my school still uses chalk and blackboard they all marvel.

Another Monday in my class, and once again I'm energized for another week.

Most of us use computers, laptops, and phones every single day. We type, scroll, press our phones endlessly, yet we rarely stop to think about the precautions we should take. Scientific studies have shown that staring at screens for long periods can strain the eyes and affect the retina, but many people genuinely do not know this. That was the focus of my lesson.

I explained to my students/pupils/learners why taking breaks matters. If you are typing or working for a long time, stop for a few minutes. Stretch your legs, relax your body. rest your eyes. As humans, we are not built to sit still for hours without rest. Interestingly, when you take short breaks and return to your work, you feel more refreshed and more productive.

We talked about posture, sitting properly while using the computer, keeping the screen at a safe distance from the eyes, and not bringing your face too close to laptops or phones. We discussed adjusting screen brightness, especially at night, and doing light stretches to avoid back pain, leg discomfort, and other minor injuries that people later complain about.

To make it practical, I drew a diagram on the board and explained it clearly. Then I called the students one by one to share their understanding of what the image was teaching. Honestly, they impressed me. They understood the message, and explained it confidently.

That lesson happened during Information Technology, followed by Basic Science and then Basic Technology, with a short English session in between. By the end of the day, I felt fulfilled. Sometimes, the little things we teach today protect our students tomorrow.

TUESDAY
I took my students on a journey through Nigerian leaders, and we paused at a man whose story is often mentioned, Alhaji Shehu Shagari. What struck the class immediately was how human his beginnings were. Before power, before politics, he was simply a science teacher.
Born in 1925, Shagari lived through nearly a century of Nigeria’s evolving story, passing on in 2018 at the age of 93. That alone felt symbolic.

We talked about the fact that he led Nigeria during the Second Republic, and how his administration witnessed defining moments in our national memory. The “Ghana Must Go” episode of the 1980s happened under his watch, a policy decision that still sparks debate today. We also discussed how he became the first democratically elected president to be removed by a military coup, later facing Nigeria’s first major military tribunal.

The fun fact that really caught their attention was this, Shagari did not rise through violence. His administration came to power through the ballot.

As I taught, I realised again that if I had not studied Sociology,history would have been my home. History is the story of people, choices, consequences, and lessons waiting patiently for those willing to look closely. Teaching it feels like opening a mirror to society, especially for young people who are preparing to face employment, leadership, and responsibility in the real world.

This is only the beginning. Next, I will be taking them deeper into the lives of Nigerian leaders, in a different subject.

WEDNESDAY
We have been moving back and forth between current affairs and history treating Nigeria’s military past, and the focus today was General Muhammadu Buhari as military Head of State. I asked my students to observe a caricature I drew of him. Before I could say a word, the class erupted in laughter. They were like he looked too stern.
I told them that the face they were laughing at was not accidental. It was an era was the War Against Indiscipline.

We talked about WAI. Queues enforced with whips, punctuality by force,order without persuasion. A government that believed fear could cure rot. For some Nigerians, it was a season of necessary correction. For others, it was a period of cruelty and excess. Both truths exist side by side.

Below is a collage from today’s class.

funshint:
Your drawings are fantastic👌....maybe you should consider a future as an artist!

Maybe who knows

Lovelydaisies:
Okay. I actually meant you could draw the images on a cardboard and bring to class, considering how much time it might take draw on the board, in the class and still deliver your topic within the given time.

I understand but drawing on the board is way cheaper for me and even convenient.

Today is my first day back in school, and honestly, it felt good to be here again.

Schools have officially resumed this week across all the local government areas in Abia State, and today marked my first day back in the classroom. The number of students in my class was not very encouraging, but that did not stop me. Teaching is not something I do based on numbers, it is a responsibility I take seriously.

Did I miss my students? Most definitely, yes. Standing in front of the class again reminded me why I chose this path in the first place. The first week is mainly for revision, so we spent time refreshing memories, going over topics from first term. Surprisingly, it was calm, smooth, and almost stress-free.

There is something special about writing on the blackboard again, asking questions, hearing answers, and my pupils comprehending things.

This is a shared collage of my classroom blackboard.

Princeton92:
Where are you serving?

Abia state Umuahia North LGA

Keme4Real:
Hmm how long does it take you to make each one of these drawings?

I'm very fast with it usually it doesn't take that much time.

3kay945:
I am sorry i couldnt finish it up. Too much.

Just two points i picked during my skimming.

First, you mentioned the Military regime bastardized human rights during their reign. that is good. but you must also let the students know that the military institutionalized CORRUPTION in this country. That is very important.

second, you said you added flesh in the right place,, I assume you are a lady if not pls, delete that portion

You tried, i really like your type. please keep it up.

before i forget, try using Ruler to rule on the blackboard.

My PPA didn't make provisions for that. I've been clamouring for it since.

Mankind2024:
Share the Ai generated Images of Iya Seki story with your learners.
A good story.
Keep it up.

This would make a good story book I must say.

Heffalump:
Well done OP.

My only concern is that the time taken to do all these drawings on the board would have consumed the allotted time for your lesson. Isn't it better to refer to the Textbooks instead? Afterall, you're not in an art class. I know pictorial representation helps children in assimilation.

There is a corper lodge in the school(My PPA) and I resume early usually by 6a.m and start writing on the board once it's 6:15am. So before normal teaching commences in the morning I'd be through with writing and drawing to a considerable extent.

Cmanforall:
Those drawings are good
He’s doing well!

Thank you so much.

HowDareU:
As a teacher who once taught in a private school, you need grit, patient and tolerance to withstand the nitty gritty of teaching your students.

Moreover, if the salary does not compliment efforts, it becomes frustrating. Teaching is fun if effort is rewarded.

Well written article OP.

Thanks

reiddecuti:
With this your talent and time dedicated to your PPA, let the quota system boiz not take your position.

The quota system has caused more damage to this country than corruption, ignorance and poverty join together.

I'm currently working on my individual or personal CDS and I just pray something meaningful comes out from it.

BreakingNews21:
Super kudos honourable corper. You are a credit to the nation and to the entire 3rd planet that travels around the ☀️🌞.

Thanks 🙏

Passionate888:
Na fine arts you dey teach?

I teach them 18 subjects in total. I actually take basic or primary 6 class. So this requires a teacher to be well versed in all areas.

This section is mainly for CCA class

For Home-economics we treated a special topic on "Stitches". Here are my students.

MONDAY


I wish I could expand this board just a little more.

Each time I step into the classroom and pick up the chalk, using a worn-out blackboard that has clearly seen better days, my fellow corpers often pause. They watch. They ask questions. “How do you cope?” The truth is simple, I do not have a choice. I make do with the little resources available, with what is within my reach, and I keep showing up for the children who sit patiently in front of me, eager to learn.

But sometimes, I wish help would come. I sincerely hope that His Excellency, Governor Alex Otti, can come to the rescue of some public and private schools alike, especially here in Umuahia North. Many of these schools lack the most basic amenities. No proper boards. Faded walls. Inadequate textbooks. Yet learning continues, driven by sheer determination from teachers and students alike.

I have thought deeply about embarking on a personal CDS project. Providing a whiteboard. Repainting classrooms. Supplying textbooks. Small things that could make a big difference. Unfortunately, the bottlenecks are real, and they are beyond what goodwill alone can fix. Still, I hold on to hope. Hope that these struggles will be seen. Hope that our classrooms will one day reflect the bright futures of the children inside them.


TUESDAY

I woke up this morning feeling surprisingly rejuvenated. Funny how life works, because not too long ago I felt completely worn out, stretched thin by routines and expectations. Still, as a corper, duty does not wait for emotions to catch up.

I got up, did what was expected of me, and headed out for CDS. There is something humbling about those early hours, moving with others who are also figuring things out. From the CDS meeting, it was straight to class.

Photo collage for today's class.


WEDNESDAY

What made today's class interesting was that it was not theory heavy. It was more practical, hands on, and real. We continued with stitching under Home-economics, breaking down the different types, temporary stitches, permanent stitches, simple embroidery stitches, and most importantly, when and why each one is used. Then we went straight to work.

I showed them a glimpse of how to do proper needlework, how to mend a shirt, how to fix trousers.

Of course, the day did not end in the classroom. There were other subjects to attend to, plus the usual running around, helping mates, dropping documents here and there.
And somewhere in between all of that, something else is brewing. Still in the woodwork. Not ready to say much yet. I am prayerful. And I trust that when the time comes, it will speak for itself.



THURSDAY

Do I even need to say more?

Every day, I walk into my classroom with a clear mindset, my students come first. They are not just part of the process, they are my priority.

I am naturally structured and intentional, so I take my time to illustrate ideas carefully. That is not rigidity for its own sake it is purpose. It is part of my instructional goal, to slow learning down just enough so understanding can truly settle.

If you are wondering why you mostly see drawings here, that is very deliberate. I use visuals as learning tools, not decoration. They help transform abstract ideas into something clearer, more presentable, and easier to grasp.

Enjoy this photo collage.


FRIDAY

Thank God it’s Friday.

Earlier in the week, we tackled the bulk of subjects. But Fridays are always special. Fridays are reserved for Culture and Creative Arts, Quantitative reasoning and current affairs, and we follow the scheme of work exactly as it is meant to be done, not rushed, not sidelined.

Today’s lesson was on theatrical elements. Lighting, costumes, stage props, and how each element works together to bring a story to life. The CCA topic was like a continuation of what we did last week.

These images are a small glimpse into today’s class.

What do y'all think?

Pentagon007:
You are enjoying it now probably because you are a corper.

Once you pass out and start looking for work, I'm sure you will never consider teaching work.
I myself im a teacher but I am currently doing it just to save money and go into something else.

I started teaching after I graduated from secondary school years ago. Teaching ain't relatively new to me I must say.

Lovelydaisies:
I appreciate your drawing on the board; it's beautiful and comes a passionate heart, but doesn't it take time? Don't they have textbooks? You could do them on a cardboard paper and bring to class and hang them. My suggestion.

Keep up the good work.

For them to even afford money to buy the cardboard is another issue on its own sometimes.

Mypeople2:
My guy you dey draw o.. This is beautiful. Kudos to you. I love your attitude to work .Did you study anything related to science ?

Not at all.

This particular topic was based on drama that is a play that is acted on stage. I'm a very visual kind of a tutor so I draw to show my students/pupils examples.

Monday


Back in class today and everything flowed effortlessly. That experience only a corper truly understands. When students resume school, suddenly your days have a kind of structure and it is regimented. It felt good to be back again.

I took a short Christmas break, stepped away from the same routine, rested well, ate properly, and yes, added a little flesh in the right places 🤣🤣🤣🤣. No complaints there. Sometimes, resting is not laziness, it is a necessary maintenance. Life has a way of rewarding you when you pause long enough to breathe.

There is something deeply fulfilling about returning refreshed, with a clearer mind.

Sometimes, you really do need to take your head off certain things, reset, and come back better.


Tuesday

Earlier today went for my CDS as usual. CDS is meant to be free time, a breather, nothing intense. But as is my personal tradition, I still decided to teach. Not because anyone asked me to, but because knowledge should not be switched off simply because the timetable says so. Not everyone can do that, and I say that without arrogance, just honesty.

We had our CDS meeting, new EXCOs were selected, the usual formalities. I returned and went straight into class mode. Somewhere in the middle of teaching, it hit me again, if I were not studying my current course, I would have chosen history without hesitation. History opens the mind in a way few disciplines do. It gives clarity, context, and perspective. It helps you understand that today did not just appear, it was built by yesterday.

While teaching, I explained Nigeria’s military regimes and how they systematically stifled fundamental human rights. I referenced cases like Ken Saro-Wiwa, spoke about journalists who were executed for doing their jobs, and traced how military governments changed over time. The similarities, the differences, the patterns of power, fear, and control. Then I moved seamlessly into the next subject. And then another. And another.

Four subjects in one day.

In a CDS setting.

Anyone who understands how distracting and disjointed CDS environments can be will understand why this matters. It was not easy, but it was fulfilling. By the end of it, I felt genuine joy. The kind that comes from knowing you gave more than was required and used your time well.

Today deserves applause.




Wednesday

This morning, while teaching my students/pupils about food fraud, a memory I had buried resurfaced. It is a story my mother told me years ago, one I still find unsettling each time I remember it.

It is about a woman popularly known as Iya Seki, who ran a buka somewhere around the Jakande, Lekki area in the 1990s. I was not born then, but the way the story was told made it feel vivid, almost present. I grew up in Igbara, or Gbara as we call it, and stories like this were told with fear, not exaggeration.

Iya Seki was not an ordinary food seller. She sold everything, rice, beans, ewedu, amala, egusi, all neatly arranged with tempting assortments. Her customers came in swarms. Within a short time, other food vendors around closed their shops permanently. She had become the centre of attention. In one day, she sold no fewer than six coolers of rice alone. Customers queued endlessly at her entrance. Married women trusted her food so much they packed it into their children’s lunch boxes. Ironically, behind the scenes, she treated her workers with extreme cruelty.

There is a saying, every day for the thief, one day for the owner.

Iya Seki had a strange habit. She bathed very early, before 4am. On one such morning, an elderly man, reportedly a Muslim traveller from Ikate, one of those unusually tall Niger men often called Godogodo, happened to pass by. What he saw stopped him cold.

According to my mother, the woman was bathing naked outside, around Orita Meta, the main junction. As she scooped water to pour on her body, she washed her private parts and emptied the contents into a large pot, the same pot she used for cooking. Very disgusting!!!!

The man raised an alarm immediately.

Within minutes, the entire community was awake. People came out with cutlasses, knives, tyres, petrol. Mob justice followed, brutal and uncontrolled. Before she was killed, she was tortured until she confessed.

Her confession was worse than the accusation.

She admitted to using mortuary water, the water used to bathe corpses, in cooking her food. She confessed to several ritual practices over the years, including killing her daughters. She spared the last one because she was married, but according to her, that daughter had suffered repeated miscarriages because she spiritually used the foetuses for rituals.

Whether every detail is true or not, one thing is certain, the fear that story planted in people’s minds never left.

Many people have lost more than money. Some lost health, peace, and destinies, simply because they never asked questions.

Be careful what you consume. Be careful who you trust. Some lessons are too expensive to relearn.




Thursday

I don’t joke with my students(pupils), and I never joke with their learning. One thing people who know me understand very well is that I care deeply about how much my students actually retain, not just what I rush to teach.

Today was one of those days. I was extremely busy, mentally and physically drained even attending to other classes, and the heat in Umuahia North was something else. Very hot.

Over time in this teaching profession, I have come to a very clear realization. Some subjects demand serious concentration and deliberate attention. Subjects like Mathematics and English are not to be handled casually. They require fresh minds, alert brains, and a calm learning environment. That is why I prefer taking those subjects in the morning, when students are more attentive and responsive. The lighter subjects can come later in the afternoon when energy levels begin to drop. This balance is important.

Teaching is not just about standing in front of a class and talking. It is about ensuring that attention is fixed, understanding is built, and learning actually happens. If the students are not mentally present, the lesson is wasted, no matter how well prepared you are.

Today’s classes were intense, demanding, and honestly exhausting, but they were worth it. This is a small photo dump of what we covered in class today. It was quite an experience, even though I am very tired.

Still, we go again tomorrow. As usual.


Friday

Way back when we were kids, we used to arrange ourselves on stage for little performances. There were props, simple scripts, mostly Christian drama scripts, and everyone had a role to play. I remember acting different characters back then, at liberty church Idado which is close to Igbo-efon. It was really exciting.

Life moved on, of course. That part of me grew into other things. But today, standing in front of a class and teaching theatre, I realised it never really left.

We talked about the basics. What a script is. What acts and scenes mean. How a story is structured on stage. I gave examples, and as always, I drew on the board. I am a visual person, and when I teach, I teach with pictures, sketches, and imagination. Not because it looks fancy, but because it helps people understand. That matters to me.

We spoke about the stage, the lighting, the props, the actors, male or female depending on the level, and the audience. The audience, the silent witnesses, the ones who watch and interpret everything happening on stage. Theatre is never complete without them.

At some point, I asked them to draw freely, to imagine, to create.

Funny how a simple drawing can open old doors and remind you why you do what you do.

And honestly, thank God it’s Friday.

tetengi4life:
Hello.
Any corp member in need of assistant
Personal CDS project ideas, sponsorship and execution

I'm interested i don't know if it's too late for me though. I have four months left.

Here is my email odeygodwin357@gmail.com

800,000 naira as a bribe in the early 90's is equivalent to millions in present day Nigeria.

She later repented and became a pastor

Now, let us go back to Nigeria in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

Under the regime of President Ibrahim Babangida, Nigeria publicly adopted a hard stance against drugs and international trafficking networks. The NDLEA was empowered, arrests were made, and the country was under intense global scrutiny. Behind this tough posture, however, lay a complicated mix of power, access, influence, and human weakness.

This is the true story of Jennifer Madike, formerly known as Uju Madike. She was described by classmates as strikingly beautiful, mature beyond her age, and a cynosure in social circles. She attended Owerri Girls Secondary School, grew up partly at Shell Camp in Owerri, and was the first of seven children. Her father, Frank Madike, was a lecturer at Alvan Ikoku College of Education. Academically average, but socially ambitious, Jennifer loved money and lived lavishly.

She married a medical doctor, John Ukaigwe, shortly after secondary school and travelled with him to West Germany, where she studied Medical Laboratory Technology. The marriage later collapsed, after which she returned to Nigeria, lived in Enugu, and became romantically and financially involved with Fidelis Oyakhilome.

Oyakhilome was not just anyone. He was a senior police officer, former military governor of Rivers State, and by 1988, the chairman of the National Drug Law Enforcement Agency. His name was even immortalised in Orlando Owoh’s song Alagbon Experience, a marker of his prominence at the time.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1NoyeGd_Bvs

In October 1990, Jennifer celebrated her 31st birthday at the Lagoon Restaurant on Victoria Island. It was a lavish event. Among the guests were Fidelis Oyakhilome himself, Professor Olikoye Ransome-Kuti, then Minister of Health, and several top government and society figures. Photographs from that night would later become critical evidence.

Three months later, Jennifer was arrested on drug related allegations, and her arrest shook the country. Investigations revealed that while planning her birthday, she had contacted relatives of Gregory Odilibe, a man declared wanted by the NDLEA and later indicted by a United States federal grand jury in Baltimore for allegedly supplying over 60 kilograms of heroin into the U.S. through an international trafficking network.

Jennifer reportedly told Odilibe’s family that with one million naira, she could secure the release of detained associates and reverse Odilibe’s wanted status, citing her closeness to Oyakhilome. To convince them, she showed photographs of herself with Oyakhilome and other senior officials taken at her birthday party. Eventually, they paid her 800,000 naira in instalments. To put this in context, one million naira in 1990 is worth roughly 590 million naira today.

Shortly after the money changed hands, two detained Odilibe associates were released by NDLEA officials, without Oyakhilome’s authorisation. He later claimed that once he discovered this, he ordered their re arrest.

Things escalated quickly.

Jennifer later told Oyakhilome to drop the case, claiming Odilibe was working for powerful figures within the Babangida regime. When Oyakhilome refused, she allegedly claimed she was acting on behalf of the First Lady, Maryam Babangida. Uncomfortable, Oyakhilome contacted Maryam Babangida directly, who denied knowing Jennifer.

A recorded conversation later surfaced, followed by Jennifer’s arrest. In her affidavit, she accused Oyakhilome of being the one who demanded the bribe and claimed she had already paid him 600,000 naira. She further alleged that Oyakhilome was chairman of BioAfrika Ventures Limited, her company, which handled major NDLEA contracts and supplied medical materials to the Ministry of Health.

Oyakhilome admitted knowing Jennifer since 1981, explaining that her parents had entrusted her to his family after her marriage broke down and her life was allegedly threatened. He acknowledged signing documents related to BioAfrika Ventures, insisting it was done after his retirement from public service.

Despite his defence, the scandal was damaging. The Babangida regime considered the matter an embarrassment. On March 8, 1991, the NTA announced that Fidelis Oyakhilome had been suspended indefinitely as chairman of the NDLEA.

Jennifer Madike was detained at Kirikiri Prison, later resurfaced, repented, attended Bible school, founded a church, and eventually passed away on February 13, 2017.

Greg Odilibe was extradited to the United States after diplomatic tensions, and according to later reports, died in South Africa in 2014.

If you care about Nigeria’s history beyond headlines, if you believe context matters, and if you think we owe it to ourselves to understand how we got here, then this short documentary series is for you.

Watch, read, reflect, and share.

Because some stories are too important to forget.

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#BabangidaEra
#JenniferMadike
#GregOdilibe
#InvestigativeJournalism
#TrueCrimeNigeria
#AfricanHistory
#Everythingsociology24
#UntoldStories

Anither563:
Thank you for sharing this. The lesson is that democracy is not a gift but a product that must be nurtured and worked for by all.

Thanks for reading through. Have you watched the video?