Skip to main content

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
Ade_Lasu

   ©OJ Thorpe blog

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Painful letters By: Marvee

Every time I feel this way This terrifying kind of pain These twitchy palms and muffled sobs These weakened sights and mindless slob I would think of something To put me at ease, anything At times, to leave my world And be someone else, not a dud Often times I would write on plain sheet Write till my limbs felt weak Write till the page is covered in ink Write till the painful times shift.                                              ©-Marvee

The So Called Queen By:Salawu Olubunmi

 _The so called queen of the zanger A woman of misery and deceptive appearance Wags tongue in a swordlike How angelic she be when seeking the honey frm it's comb With her romantic but deceitful display The first sight of her left me in dismay First encounter with her was heartrending Such a sweet poison A devil in disguise wit an angelic face The so called queen can neither be embraced nor avoided.

THE GCE GIRL By: OLUSEGUN AKINSANYA

Every year we welcome into our community several teenagers between 13 and 17 from far and near. They are both male and female. They have the same mission. They have come to write General Certificate Examination (G.C.E). Most of them are penultimate students in secondary schools. These little fellows have been fixed at centres nearby to write their exams and the people that brought them have accommodation as part of the payment agreement. Some of these children are leaving home for the first time. Some of them look like mom's pets. Immediately they hit the town, you see a lot of ambiance and noise, something like a carnival. They make noise in the morning while looking for water for domestic use and in the evening when they are back from their different centres. It's always a new experience for most of them, and they seem to enjoy it: yea, they seem to enjoy being away from home for a whole month, a kind of escape from the eagle eyes of their parents; they seem to enjoy a t...