CRITICS AND POLITICAL ETIQUETTES BY: SOWUNMI BABATUNDE FUNMINIYI (TUNGBASKY)

‎I checked the preface of my phone,it shows 11.59,immediately I click a button to check main face of my phone which the clock indicated 12.00, I was not surprise though,but one thing struck to my mind that there is a minute between life and death,one minute can change your old story.

A mark can make a student scape through from carry over,so why are we taking life as if we will not die anymore,why is our political life an affair of do or die,we are one body in Christ, likewise Never take a position to Commit an atrocity or ruin your life‎.

For you to attain a post today doesn't mean you will be there forever, everything is just for a period of time, we will surely meet again after school,check yourself and think of your generation,what u sow before u die is What your generation will surely reap,which was stipulated as *ONE GOOD TURN DESERVE ANOTHER.*

Stand to be objective not subjective when it comes to protecting the interest of your fellow student.

believe in *UNITY as a tool of any pressure group(UNION)*
believe in *COLLECTIVE interest not PERSONAL interest*
believe in *INCLUSIVENESS*
Believe in *HIGH INTELLECT*
Believe in *VIBRANCY*
Believe in *ARTICULACY*
believe in *EQUALITY*
believe in *UNITY*

©TUNGBASKY

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