Again I’m starting a blog post with Duru business.
Duru’s entry for the 15 for 15 challenge- Padre was about his dad. The post really touched me especially when he talked about his dad knowing when he’d done something wrong (the man must be psychic) and still correcting him in love. He went on to talk about the valuable lessons he’s learned from his dad and the wisdom his dad passes on to him on daily basis. And yes, there was the part about losing the house and his incredible faith then and now. In his words- “if we didn’t die when we lost the house, we can’t die again”.
I don’t really feel like writing anything today. I have loads of ideas though but the “ginger” to write isn’t there, I just want to sleep or something but I have to write today’s post as part of the challenge.
As I read his post, I kept wondering if our generation is truly ready for parenthood, for the sacrifice and dedication that is required to bring a child into this world, nurture him/her and mould that individual into a useful part of tomorrow’s world. I know we have wise young people, people with vision; but I fear that our lifestyles and penchant for instant gratification are not healthy ingredients in making tomorrow’s parents. The pressures of today’s workplace- with people spending more time at work than at home make me scared for the children of today and tomorrow. If you leave home at 5am and get home at 10pm, when will you have time to talk to your kids? To really get to know them, to build memories, when? When? When? Nonso’s (Duru) father can tell when his child (usually Nonso) has done something wrong when the child walks into the room, how can he tell? He knows his children, he’s watched them grow, and he’s been part of their lives…
Yesterday I saw a “today in history” post on Facebook, on the 30th of July 1975 Lt Col Muhammadu Buhari as he was then addressed became the governor of the North Eastern state. The “bloodless” coup that ousted Gen Yakubu Gowon had happened only two days before and as a reward for his participation in that coup, he was appointed governor. At the time, he was thirty-three years old… let that sink in.
At that time it was possible for a thirty-three year old to become the governor of a state that has become a whole geopolitical zone in today’s Nigeria. Before you tell me it was during the military era, how old was Obafemi Awolowo when he became the premier of the western region? How old was Anthony Enahoro when he moved the motion for independence? How old was Gen Yakubu Gowon when he became military head of state?
Unfortunately the constitution of the federal republic of Nigeria imposes age limits on electoral offices, remember the Salisu Buhari scandal? In today’s Nigeria, neither General Buhari nor Gen Gowon could have held office at those points in their lives and we wouldn’t have benefited from their vigorous approaches to government.
However an essential question must be asked… where are the Nigerian youths? If we amend the constitution to allow youths contest for certain positions, where would we find the kind of youths that can solve our myriad problems and take us where we need to be? Are they the ones on twitter asking if feminists impregnate their husbands? Or the ones who’s only waking thoughts are the lyrics to Wizkid or Davido’s latest hits? Who will we send? Who will go for us?
I think there’s hope though but we need to put in effort in making our youth politically conscious, to make them aware of the road we have to tread to bring greatness to our nation and ourselves. We might be young and confused but we don’t have to be stupid too. Let’s channel that confusion into learning about the systems that the so called developed countries have used to make their countries great, let’s study their policies and not just their celebrities, let’s adopt their manuals and not just their fashion. We can do it, yes we can!
Today’s the last day in July and I wanna be the first to wish y’all a blissful August. After December (my birth month- start buying my birthday gifts now to avoid Christmas rush), my favourite month was August. I loved August because there was no school for a whole month (I loved school… don’t get it twisted) and I got to rest from all the academic work and all. Luckily for us, summer school wasn’t on my parents minds and we got a full break.
Enough of the long talk… Hasta la vista.