THE LASUSU OF MY DREAM BY COMRADE ALADEOTAN S.DAVID (WATER)

It is flabbergasting, regrettable and saddened for some one to gain everything and lose his call to humanity. Therefore, do not concur nore kowtow or agree with any incorrigible, gluttonous agents of denudation who watch the head of infants depraving.

In the LASUSU of my dream, be steadfast in prayers with your GOD and never be emasculated by any obnoxious forces. Your focus should be LASUSU of our dream, where academic excellence shall be our hope, injustice,corruption and exploitation shall be fought to no mercy.

If we build a society on a corrupted foundation,the unborn generation will be the recipient of a disorganized, cruel and barbaric society. The crusade state with you; do not lie, do not collect bribe, do not kill,say no to gangsterism,ethnocentrism, money and blood politics and stay away from examination malpractices. Then we can began to talk of better society.

Permit me to blow a little zephyr, Oblongata: Remember we are the hope of this nation, hope of this generation and hope of our dear Country. With us, the mecca of ideology and the Jerusalem of intellectualism would be achieved.

SUPPORT ME AND BY GOD GRACE, I WILL DO MY BEST.

©COMRADE ALADEOTAN S.DAVID

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