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INEC Chairman set to leave office on 30th of June, 2015



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The chairman of the Independent National Electoral Commission, INEC, Prof. Attahiru Jega is set to leave office on Tuesday 30 June, 2015. Following his completed tenure in the office, Jega is to leave the office with Six other national commissioners appointed with him by the ex-President Goodluck Jonathan in 2010. It will  be recorded that he did well during his tenure. Wishing him well.

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