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"When Its Your Turn Do It Right". By: EllaReina




To the youth of our generation;what do we call this infantile display of IQ of our so called leaders...They have said so many things to us in the name of change yet we took it hook,line and sinker because we believed we voted them in and so in this case every of our answers has to be yes to them.

Everyday is a new distraction (if it was relevant I won't even be pained)One time it was display of different letters (maybe they were doing a sort of grammatic competition i don't know because I'm yet to see the relevance of these letters). Later came news about huge amounts of money being kept in abandoned properties.

As if that wasn't enough those hopeless creatures fabricated stories about animals taking up human properties( please o when did money became food for snake for it to have swallowed 36million naira,abi monkey does not recognise banana anymore that it mistook money for it?). In addition to that...rat pursued Mr President out his office can you imagine?! With all these then i begin to wonder if  all these happened in reality or just an imagination  (probably from reading too many books such as animal farm). In addition to all this, our dearly beloved Mr President goes on an assignment supposingly to benefit the country but instead went speaking ill of the youth. Well truth be told we Nigerian youths are lazy! If we aren't why would we allow the drop dead oldies with old wisdoms rule over us while the able bodies are behind the scene.

Everyone now nurture this crazy idea of when I get to power "i want to get my share of the national cake" by looting the nation's treasure while the poor citizens suffers. Let's think about this,as a youth when we get the power to change this country...our people's welfare should be our priority not some sort of distraction and not let the oldies lead us astray. We have had enough of their display. Would love to continue but an adage says a word is enough for the wise. Thank you.

ReinaRites ©2018

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