..... devil imprisoned me inside prior to the well-known campaign.
Following multiple tours, counsel, including church visits as part of 3C's Aluta for those who are familiar with movement.
I had nothing on me to finish the race on that unforgettable day of the giant rally. I had lectures, but I was really concerned about the campaign and manifesto. Since I didn't have any money, I chose to go back to my apartment in a multi-story building.
Because of the melancholy, I was able to walk the stairs and strip, looking sharp in a waistcoat, brown trousers, and an untied tie.
As I slept for a few minutes, I recalled how God had told me through someone to return to school after earning my national diploma because he wanted to use me to test-run a miracle.
After fighting to get admitted again, I returned to the federal capital territory of Abuja and stayed with Mr. Anigweku, a retired civil servant. We both agreed that I should wait another year to assist with the University of Abuja's admissions process, but I received a message telling me that I had to leave Abuja that same day and return to school where I finished my diploma.
I told the messenger that I had already spent my school fee while applying for admission and that I would have to deal with challenging financial circumstances, but he assured me that my uncle, an unsung hero who supported me during my academic career, would cover the cost.
As I was getting ready to leave Abuja, everything went smoothly with Mr. Anigweku, who made his wife claim that
he wasn't rich enough to give a dime, but I didn't let her finish her justification before telling her not to worry about me.
I never once disregarded the ultimate being's instructions since I was afraid of squandering my life, so I packed my bags and left for campus as directed.
I prayed, knelt, and thought back on God's promises on the day of the huge gathering. I never cared to attend class lectures, so I grabbed my megaphone and returned to school.
I witnessed a miracle when my classmates left the classroom. As we reimbursed the money gradually, a buddy named Kayode Ogunniyi brought personalized campaign shirts. Although he was handling limited resources, this was the best move that demonstrated his managerial skills.
The best folks who admired my style were the class of 2015. The governor and premier Stephen Adebisi and his deputy, my allies. i loved them, supported them within my power, and even respected them, from course representatives to council members.
On a day that will never be forgotten, they concluded the class lesson. Even though I was betrayed by those who lost presidential primaries and wanted to negotiate my targeted position for Senate Presidency, they turned out in force because everyone on campus respects the steeze of Estate Management in football, academics, and political activities as they stand in the position of Northerners and decide the major vote.A dream that was never realized.
I remembered that my late former Head of Department, ELUYELE PETER, who was my employer's friend at Industrial Training , Hakeem Akolapo Ajao, both of whom attended the University of Ibadan, would frequently remind me about our department's Estate Management and Valuation. Putting that aside, the Nigerian Institution of Estate Surveyors and Valuers (NIESV) had Victor Ayeye as its former National Secretary. A no-dare foot is someone who ran for college president with the intention of making the department famous but whose plan failed.
These flashed through my mind as I was escorted into a motorcade car, threw revolutionary fingers into the air as the vehicle sped over the miniature stadium, and descended with all of my might.
With my bold yet wise comments and original song, I was prepared to take over the mood and give the impression that I must be a prophet.
After the excellent manifesto, I always make a self-promise that, even though I had some difficulties, it would still be the last day of the marathon. I will see to it that everyone who opposes me is humbled and brought to their knees.
Naturally, they were humbled. I observed during the presidential debate that as soon as my name was called to enter the debating room, A sizable student body hurried inside to see and listen to me. The place was packed, and that's when I started making enemies. 
They seemed interested in hearing new things and familiarizing themselves with my campaign rationale. The adversaries are from the electoral body, and they inquired as to whether I would succeed my local hero, Anthony General of Federation and Minister of Justice.
They compared the late SAN's political era to my preparedness and my ability to command the audience. However, I replied, "I am me," the impending time bomb. To be continued.
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