Why do I have to write? Can’t I just create a different avenue to pour out my thought? Must I constantly be in the world of unknown possibilities? Sincerely I really do not know what to say.
But facts be told, my generation was never thought how to read and write and the general noise we hear is READERS ARE LEADERS. My generation is going through strong decadence in its educational sector. Oh! Why would I say such is the question?
Well, months ago in the comfort of my house, a young , energetic , enthusiastic lady walked in with her educated parents, educated I say because of their intonation. Friends of the family they say they were, maybe I was just seeing them for the first time or the first time I ever saw them I must have been pretty young. My mum on hearing their voices came out warm smiles and pleasantries, and so parents had to go on with pleasantries and discussions, then I had some time alone with the young lady of the age of 14 if am not mistaken. Well, I was about 20 years of age at that time, with the pride of been a university student of 300 level, in one of the most prestigious Universities.
You
know the saying “ one eyed man leading a thousand blind men is praised as the king”. In the corners of my
room, I saw brilliance and intelligence in me. To my greatest surprise and
shame, she a G.S.S 3 student equivalent here in Nigeria, studying in South
Africa did put me through history and certain historical facts which I at my
level of education barely had an idea of, she was all about Nelson Mandela,
Julius Nyerere, Tafawa Balewa, and the likes, she was telling me about the
world war I and II and then typical of a Nigerian all I could say was eehn eehn
and nodded my head like a lizard who knows not the reason why it has got to nod
his head. She left the house some minutes after our conversation, leaving me in
the state of the saying wonders shall never end. I started asking myself
questions, ah ah! I am not reading or what? Am I not a Student, I mean this
young girl just finished me! I said. Then, I realized we are not taught to
read, to write or to study, we are often put through the read to pass ideology
and so this has sunk deep within most of us.Hmmm! Now I have woken up from the slumber of ages past and say shall wait for the schools to get
better before I read? Or what shall I do?
“May my hands hunt me if I fail to write the truth”
written by Whispers
tchijoys@gmail.com

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