Core Values

Core Values

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Last published Fri, May 8, 2020

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A lot of people are getting this topic all wrong, a lot people believe core value is an attribute of a country forgetting that a country is nothing without people in it. As a good citizen of Nigeria, it is paramount and essential to follow all the 7 core values that makes us a good Nigerian, the core values should be our constitutional commandment that shouldn't be broken for any reasons. Nigeria will be celebrating her 59 years birthday very soon, a lot of things has happened to her so far, but the problem is that she is stagnant, she is depreciating, she is getting weak, she is sick. Because of all her problems, she is waiting patiently for her champion or prince or princess to come and rescue her. Nelson Mandela said and I quote "one of the things I learned when I was negotiating was that until I change myself, I could not change others" I believe some of us think we are fit enough to rescue Nigeria from her problems and troubles, but the basic truth is that we are not free from our own personal problems, so how can we now offer what we don't have. In other to be qualify to a champion to Nigeria we must change our life pattern, just like what Mohandas Gandhi said "be the change that you wish to see in the world" we must life our lives in accordance to the core values in other to have the special ability to rescue Nigeria as whole.

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