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NIGERIAN YOUTH NEED MENTORS AND ROLE MODELS By:



A role model is a person who inspires and encourages others to strive for greatness, live to their fullest potential and see the best in themselves. A role model is someone we admire and someone we aspire to be like.

We learn from them, through their commitment to excellence and through their ability to make us realize our own personal growth. We look to them for advice and guidance.

A role model can be anybody: a parent, a sibling, a friend, a boss, a leader but someone of our most influential and life - changing role models are teachers.

Our youth lack role models in many important fields of human endeavour such as in agriculture, entrepreneurship, manufacturing, education, health and other sectors. Role models in sports, politics and entertainment will need to imbibe good morals and values.

For instance, most students are trained to complete their education and seek positions in the public sector in Nigeria where the public sector accounts for a staggering 70% of the economy.

 The role models admired by young people are public civil servants who enjoyed lavish lifestyles due to generous allowances the government provides its top servants.

 It has now become the dream of most young men and women in Nigeria to get a University degree, obtain a job in a public institution, and live "big". The private sector was for some time seen by many as a place for academic failure or  people with no other professional alternatives.

Although this mind set is on the decline, but it is still common, given that there are few mentors and role models in the private sector to act as a sources of motivation for youth. While role models may not know their followers, mentorship is deliberate. It involves practical process of bringing up mentees.

*Not Too Young To Rule*


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