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Between Jonathan and Buhari

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The general elections are fast approaching and I feel the need to write something about it. I am a student of International relations (yeah..FYI) and I practically study politics and all it entails. 
This is my second year of studying that course and to be really honest, I have no idea of Nigerian politics. Why? It is so complicated and changes like the second hand of a wall clock. 
TBH, I really think Nigerian politicians are too corrupt and greedy than they can handle. 
So firstly, most people don't have voters card even though they are old enough to vote. I'm also guilty of that, I have not. 
It does not matter if you vote or not. I think the collection has closed tho but there is always a next time.
The main point here is what exactly is between Buhari and Jonathan? 
The funniest part of everything is that these two 'men' are not the only presidential candidates we have so I'm really wondering what the fuss is all about. 
Personally, if I could vote, I'll actually go for someone else. I heard a woman is contesting as well, Probably I'll vote for her. Jonathan or Buhari, none is secure to me.(Abeg oh! Nobody should quote me! Vote for who you want, everything you just read is an opinion o.)
All the same, please go out to vote even if it's 14th February. Short but simple, be wise!

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