#MyWatch by Ex-President; Olusegun Obasanjo

The cover in which ‪#‎MyWatch‬ is wrapped is itself a load as reviews have shown that the 3 Volume package is loaded. Even the judicial opposition to release of the book has been helpful in marketing and longing for the text than might have been the case without the attendant judicial brouhaha. Anyway, I'll take my copies and devour them serially hoping to not miss any part and to building from scratch to the latter-day and vintage‪#‎OlusegunObasanjo‬. Come know what makes ‪#‎Obasanjo‬ tick…‪#‎BookReading‬ ‪#‎ReadDontGossip‬ ‪#‎ProtectYourLibraryAgainstBorrowers‬‪#‎BuyDontBorrow‬ ‪#‎FromMyCommandToMyWatch‬ ‪#‎MyWatchLikeTAPS‬‪#‎HardCover‬

Source from Egghead Odewale ~@eggheader

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