There is no doubt Nigeria needs a paradigm shift from the norm if truly positive change must be attained. This shift cannot come without resistance, from largely those who are controlling or benefitting from the regressive system, even though such benefit is a mirage because it is not really there in the long run.
It is clear now to every Nigerian that those holding the country ransom have permeated and dominated the dominant political parties too. At every election, Nigerians are repeatedly left with the devil’s alternative – to choose between two evils.
It is for the above reasons that the Labour party has offered a dose of fresh air in the candidature of Peter Obi, a political tsunami that is about to sweep the entire country. Peter Obi however, can not effectively work without having legislative members in the upper chambers. Southern Kaduna people must see to it that they give Peter Obi a most befitting representative in the person of Engr. Dr. Michael Ayuba Auta.
Engr. Auta is courageous man with the requisite passion for the growth and development of Kaduna South Senatorial District. He is an astute business man and a philanthropist who has achieved tremendous success in the business world – a sort of Peter Obi of Southern Kaduna. Engr. Auta desires nothing than to bring about effective legislative representation in the Kaduna South senatorial district.
Engr. Auta has, in more ways, contributed immensely for the advancement of human capital developmental across the Zone 3 senatorial district without making much fuss about it in tandem with Mt. 6:6 “…let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth”.
Engr. Auta is a man equipped with the prerequisite knowledge of, and care about the plight of, the Southern Kaduna natives, even by practical demonstration. He recently gave numerous scholarships to young Southern Kaduna sons and daughters to study at Nile University in Abuja. A rare altruistic gesture that can only be showcased by a man genuinely passionate about the younger generation.
Not long ago, he started a project of building free residential houses for the less privileged in the district, and donated relief materials worth millions to IDPs spread across the entire state.
Southern Kaduna must support this positive change with everything she’s got because the stakes are high enough she can not afford to make another mistake.
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And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul
On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again.
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A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.
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Lonely girl waiting for a loved one on the beach
It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.
