On the Benue youths and the forthcoming guber polls

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The youth in Benue state are still a long way from self liberation. Its high time they started realizing that the common good is far better than individual gains. I find it embarassing to hear that someone only wants to vote for a political candidate just because "he is from my LGA" or "he is my uncle's friend so me sef go chop" etc. At this age of enlightenment we should be concerned with the improvement of the benue economy and equitable distribution of the common wealth so that we are able to reap the bread of our endeavour. You dont need a politician to give you 10k , what you need is an environment to make your 'hustling' worth your while. That is the promise of a developed and industrialised economy. The basis for which a guber candidate should be voted for should only be his capacity to provide the prerequisite socio economic environment conducive for the individual or collective pursuit of happiness. Its not about how young or how old, neither is it about how literate or illiterate. Its all about the person's promise for a better Benue in lieu of his capacity to improve on the status ante. @judgebushx

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