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Corruption

We can play a little game here by thinking in a positive way. So what if I gave corruption a new name like “do I a favor and I pay you?” So everyone out there is getting corrupt on evil means. A man gets caught stealing, so he gives out 200 shillings so that the witness doesn’t call him a thief. You know what he just did? He did “do I a favor and I pay you?” A man is caught by his wife trying to rape his daughter, he gives the wife that one vacation to London which she always wanted and also he gives his daughter freedom to go out on dates, all this in the name of having no one to report him. You know what he just did? He did “do I a favor and I pay you?” A student accidentally finds the biology teacher smoking in class, so the teacher gives the student free marks in the exam so that the student doesn’t tell on her. You know what the teacher did? She did “do I a favor and I pay you?” A woman sees a doctor stealing medicine; the doctor treats the woman’s child for free, so that the woman doesn’t report her. You know what the doctor did? Yes you got it right! The “do me a favor and I pay you?” Someone at the counter finds out that the pharmacist makes fake pills and mixes with the original drugs, so the pharmacist gives this person a job, all in the name of ‘don’t tell anyone’. The pharmacist did “do I a favor and I pay you?” Now I am deep in my thoughts thinking that we are all in need, like we need each other! So everyone is in need? Mhhhh… I think so because no man brave enough would stand against something wrong knowing that covering up for it will mean getting what you lack. “Do Me a favor and I pay you?” is a very big temptation! But corruption is evil! To justify corruption >>> everyone will say, “don’t throw stones at me because no one is perfect”

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