By Abeeb Yisau
My eyes are teary. I’m a captive of confusion and the surging mixed feelings are killing me from the inside. I’m in grief. What does the future hold for Nigerian youths?
Education, once a household profession of great profit, has greatly depreciated. The youngsters of my day now preferred illegality because it gleams more. With unemployment plaguing the hem of all nooks and crannies of this nation, illegality is the natural consequence. Sad.
Most times, it all looks like a planned cruelty, or maybe an African thing. Cause where else in the world did you find people high-spiritedly celebrating triviality yet sullen about what really mattered?
With “Big Brother” getting multibillion sponsor deals. The avenue to head astray is inevitable. Or who wants to be a good guy when first-class students flock to the streets with pockets of unfilled dreams? Depressed. Yet a truant somewhere, somehow is making millions for heading astray. To me I feel, there is a sincere conversation we are yet to have, questions, we are not even asking.
It takes big sacrifices to go to school. Both financially and mentally, you can’t just escape the consumption. Then after finishing your first degree, with the hope that you have escaped penury forever. Then they said you need a master’s degree too. Well, you end up with big qualifications to realize we are being ruled by dropouts and ex-convicts.
How do we bridge these class biases? How do we curb the oppression of the Lower class? When do we start saying it was once bad? How do we start living and not just surviving? Well, tomorrow is conceived. Perhaps it will deliver us gains.
Maybe when we get ebullient on matters of great concern, perhaps we might be able to get rid of this nightmare. Till then, let’s just hope for a better daybreak.