Integrity

My brother integrity is not measured by the fistful chunks of money in your pocket, or by your position on the Google charity list of the year, nor by how many worship and health centres you have under your name.

It is not the your hair, skirt or gown length.

Integrity is knowing what is right and doing good by it, not wanting to put your fellow comrade in jeopardy, wanting the progress of the nation.

I look forward to a nation Where moral as well as legal standings both have unyielding power.

where the rich and the poor are considered equal not by the word of mouth or by the scribbling on paper but by a sense of moral justice set in stone.

A world where I as a woman am free to achieve my dreams not being castigated for wanting more than the square walls of a kitchen.

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