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I MUST THANK PROFESSOR JEGA

I MUST THANK  PROFESSOR JEGA
I must  express my sincere gratititude to Professor Jega and my infinite ingratitude to the evil minds and bad persons of today and many years back that as held this nation to devastating ransom. Saturday  9th of April I voted a one man one vote,  which was not as before that people I dont even know-  voted for me without my due consent. I am appreciative of the fact that we have at least been one step forward in this election. I must thank the grateful minds who have achieved this fit
I was overfilled with unfathomable joy to see faces come out to vote, not minding the long queue and the rigour stress of standing for hours in a sunny saturday. My heart was filled with bliiss to know that there is a new Nigeria in the hearts of Nigerians who took the pain to perform their civic responsibility. Although it does not look like all is well in every sense, but i believe that we can still shout songs that ‘things are getting better’.
For once I experienced a peaceful  election in my area not minding few set- backs like delay materials and poor logistics. The process of accreditation before voting makes rigging less unattainable and as I was about to vote, the INEC representative showed more friendliness and unbaised expression.  Afterward, my voters sheet was stamped and signed, as i walked cautiously to cast my vote with a smile covering  my appearance. I am pleased to be part of those who will change history in this country.  I watched party agents looked at me with a pleading eye and a thousand naira note  but my mind is already fixed to those parties and persons that have better manifestoes and a sense of responsibility.  If our fathers have failed us the youth, I suppose we must not fail our children.This election is a welcoming one so far and I hope to see a better of it in upcoming ones.
At the end of the voting process,  voter’s sheets were counted at the polling center by the Youth Corps INEC representative and  we all knew what each party had. I know before Jega announces any result;  supposed results are already in circulation. Saturday 9th was not a bad day at all, despite my busy schedule,  for all the events that came with it. I believe one day we shall surely chant all is well, all is well when people vote without sentiments and immediate sustainance.  Jega has done a much clean job and I must thank Jega.

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