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Your Naija, Your Change...and Me.

Model: EyinjuEledumare Sunday Kehinde.
Age: 8 Months Old.

YOUR NAIJA YOUR CHANGE...and Me.  The change will not come from above, neither will it come from below or around YOU. The change will come from YOU. Yes! YOU, within YOU!. The change is all about what you can contribute positively to the betterment of this country. Its about what YOU do, how well YOU do it and how sincere YOU are at doing it. Yes, change is a gradual process, but if YOU start positive change, get people around YOU to change positively, through not just by mere words of mouth, but by YOUR actions also, and get them to get their own people to effect positive change, then it will  be well on the way. It is high time YOU stopped blaming the government and situations and circumstances around YOU and began to stand up and do something about the state of YOUR country. I AM watching and WAITING to grow into a CHANGED NAIJA so that I can volunteer my own CHANGE!

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  1. Unknown31 May 2016 at 15:03

    Word!...the only constant thing in life is still ....Change.

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  2. Unknown2 June 2016 at 12:20

    Hmmmmmm! Nice job you are doing here. Keep it up. And God bless u.

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  3. Unknown3 June 2016 at 03:01

    Great!!!

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  4. Unknown4 June 2016 at 13:24

    Wow. I'm so impressed and motivated by this piece 👏. You ma, are an excellent writer. This is Change Revolution right here 🙌👌🙏💃.

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