ANAMBRA ELECTION -AN EPITOME OF 2015


    Nigeria is no more a lad when it comes to the area of electoral processes. Since 1960 when the nation has been wearing the sovereign garment which marked the country as the independent one. We manage our potentials, we govern ourselves and no influence as during the colonialism. With three tiers of government, four years in office, as it is written down, there must be poll to fix out the credible leaders. Is all our elections bring credible leaders?
     In Nigeria, except the June 12 1993 election that was marked locally, internationally as the credible one but the credible leader was not on the chair of honour. Only thing we heard afterward was the deceleration of his death. The country managed to live in destitute. It so ironical that a nation that is blessed with both human and natural resources can still bite her fingers at the end of the day.
  With the aim to halt this, Nigerians have been looking for ways of getting out this awful condition. One of the ways is election. Like the one conducted on Saturday in Anambra state, the election did not voice the masses opinion-it had to be canceled  by the Independent National Electoral Commission INEC due to its incredibility. But another poll is knocking in 2015, Anambra poll is the epitome of 2015 election.
    Since the leaders are not ready for the masses, let there be a new dawn to appear in the new day. Arise Nigerians! How would you cast your vote in 2015 general election?  If a leader cannot help you, help the leader.

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