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The African culture and the black generation. By:Olaniyi Adeoluwa


 Slowly,slowly,slowly have we dwindled and taken a well prolonged sabbatical leave from the common sense mentality that our fore fathers once portrayed when they unshakenly beheld the cultural value that stood Germane and core closely in their hearts.

 When we thought they were getting it right, in came the colonial Master's bringing with them the love of the almighty and condemning the religious beliefs and symbols that held them for generations, Our Fathers were colonised they were made to speak English and think like the whites but I must chip this in, once it is not white it can never be white.

 Our fathers began the misinterpretation process but did well not to forget what their values were,this prompted them to fight for freedom which they ultimately got.

 We had a standard traditional form of ruling our selves and we were getting it right until we tried to mimic the English way of ruling and we ended up fighting a civil war.

 We didn't realise our mistakes so quickly until on discovering oil we abandoned other natural resources and blindly followed that part of greed and selfishness.

 We faced coups and numerous hostile take overs just in the quest of doing things the English way but once again we forgot that if it is not white it can never be white.

 After we attempted and failed over and over again to introduce democracy, we finally brought in the system and we again faced the problem of tribalism and traditional discrimination. We got encompassed in the feeling that some one from a particular tribe has to lead, or one tribe has not led.

 We are reeling from a through misconception of our values and we are now paying the price for our now terrible economic downturn.

We badly need to understand what the blood that flows in our veins stand for, we need to stop trying to do things like the whites and start doing things in our own way, if we adhere to this belief then we will stop importing toothpick, tissue paper and other things that can be home made.

 We have failed to show each other love and we have failed to stand up for each other, we are so egocentric and have failed to do things with our common sense.

 Our fore fathers got it right, our fathers missed it a little, it is now left for us to correct the moving train that have derailed over time, and to make sure that our children render prayers and not curse at us when we go to the grave.

Olaniyi Adeoluwa
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