Our Grandchildren Will Hear This!

Halo.. One of my ardent readers and a very good friend dropped this beautiful piece and i thought it generous to share with you lovelies. I hope it inspires you as it did me. Enjoy!!!

Written By...Ken Neffy

The thought of men gears distinctly to their actions. Every move a reluctance of ascertainment, every word, wisdom, or even education has been trivialized in our generation. Every fate an abrupt product of years past pretty soon shall it all be sealed. Sealed in logic and theory, washed off its’ trails, and float to abyss. 

Dilapidated and uprooted by erosion stand the remaining structures raised by our fathers. Verbally disclosed and Ghost pimples rattle our bodies. In their words were the pains of wearing one short and shirt over the years in school. The tragedy of washing just one and tying mum's hair-tie to fade away nakedness choked them for breath. Yet they persisted. The joy of going to school with Garri mixed with sugar in their pocket made a lot of pride as of carrying lunch to school. Books were carried to school either in polythene bags or in rectangular boxes for the rich.

I had marvel when my late dad would grin about what it took to be a WAEC holder. The pride it was in leaving your Village to further your secondary education talk less of tertiary education. Harmoniously his voice would rise and fall in decays when education of today is mentioned. Quality was a focal point, success was a thing of merits; not anymore as they seem to insinuate. Government offices were flooded with the best of the best and teaching was a thing of the intelligent and not a part-time job.

As I recall his words of Vision, his big picture hangs in the clouds. "Be Educated to Educate..." "In my days, the educated were considered the pride of the nation" I know I have called him Old Man but trust me, his ideas and theories are Ever-Green. Theories which when put to practical will transform the nation. Now here we are, with an inevitable strike in our schools calendar, poor leadership, bad followers, and a Great nation. Here we are with myopic vision. Short-term budget, and poor consideration of the output of our attitude.

Magically, we all want good result but where shall we all turn to? Here or there? Shall facts hold us at ransom or we can opt out? How long shall our pregnancy hold off? Like a journey of delusion, will we carry the product? If yes, where shall life nurse it? Have we all failed? Or is this is how we have been predestined to be? If No, then have I thread the wrong path? What actually have I become? Is it a Yes from Above? If yes, then I am part of a failed society. Gosh! My pains exceed those of a woman in labour, who shall the kids blame? Will our names ring a bell or rain tears, could it ruin or inspire?

My children, this I have met. Through crest and through i've sealed. Yet I coax you not to be discouraged because out of a million, you could make a difference. There is no perfect environment anywhere in the world than our country and I count on you to make the needed change.


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