IS IT POSSIBLE FOR NIGERIA TO BE FREE. FROM CORRUPTION

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Nigeria as a country is affected with a virus called corruption as we all know. It is indisputable that many a Nigerian talks about the virus called  corruption and expect the country to be free from the virus but how possible will it be if the change does not begin with us?  I ask again how possible? When a Nigerian prefers someone who does not has leadership qualities but is from his family, village, local government or geo political zone to rule than someone who has leadership qualities but is not related to him. 

How possible will it be when the hardworking ones are graduating with low grade while the slothful, the dull and the senseless who aquire results through unfair advantages are  graduating with first classes and second class uppers?  How possible will it be  when a person is looking for what to eat and another is drinking beer? I ask again how possible will it be? 

How possible will it be when   Nigerian students are being kidnapped? How will a Nigerian student pass exams effectively when there is psychological noise of  killing in villages and kidnapping everywhere in the country?  I ask again how? When  while reading a student will be thinking on how his parents or siblings will manage to sleep  because of the insecurity.

 In a county where a senior lecturer ( professor) collects #381.695 as monthly salary while a senator with First degree collects both allowances and salary of 14 .25 million naira allowance. Who even designed this constitution? I ask again who designed it? For a country to be free from corruption the citizens must be willing to adapt to change.

Until change begin with you and I, if not the virus called corruption will keep ruling over Nigeria.

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