SEE WHAT ASUU HAS GIVEN THESE LADIES AS CERTIFICATE OF MERIT (PHOTO & video)

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    The picture above represent some university students who have earn their certificate of merit before they graduate due to this ASUU strike.
  You can remember that I said this in my previous post titled 'ASUU Should Suspend the Strike in Honour of Iyayi.'

 Compare the above picture to this....


   



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