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THE ROT OF THE UPPER CLASS By: Abdulkabeer Ibn Tijaniy




According to Abraham Lincoln he defined democracy has the government of the people for the people and by the people. The case of Nigeria democracy is in the reverse order. The nation has been left in the hands of few self-centered leader believing that they are too powerful to be dealt with because they have both financial and political muscles.

They have turned this great country of ours to their family property,driving the country's resources overseas while the masses are left in darkness and they belief they can do anything unquestionable. All this amount to that devil called corruption in Nigeria.

The phenomenon has been in existence in Nigeria since the colonial foundation in the amalgamation that took place in 1914. However,corruption is not only stealing public or private establishment it is the use of position or title to pursue political gains at the expense of the public good in violation of established rules and ethical principles.

Before the inception of this present administration the major campaign promises was war against indiscipline and corruption not aware wholeheartedly that corruption cannot be easily legislated out of existence in Nigeria perhaps because this is due to the fact that corruption is not a primarily legal problem but a challenge that is peculiar to Nigeria political scene.
In addition,this administration has at least paid lip service to the urgency of the needs,to undermine corruption it is for this reason that various anti-corruption laws,policies,strategies and parastatals have been established. Though,I still imagine how this phenomenon tends to be fought completely  when we still have those political mosquitoes in power.

In conclusion,our fate is in our hands as a people we need to work together not as a divided people that we are now. we need to think,plan and act and not speaking in staccato voice.

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