(By James Ogunjimi) - Self-serving interpretations of African culture. When
you are an African, you do not have the liberty to talk as you like. You are
told to challenge injustice and untruths, but there is an unspoken caveat that
your African upbringing should have instilled in you: challenge injustice and
untruths among members of your generation, not among the elders. African
culture is flung in our faces by elders whose words and actions drag African
culture and what it represents through the mud every day. When you speak up,
they remind you of African culture. A child that says the mouth of elders
stinks will not grow old. You don't know? It is not a curse; it is OUR CULTURE.
They are quick to forget that inasmuch as African
culture lays emphasis on respect for elders, it also emphasizes, perhaps even
more, the protection of young ones and seeing to their upbringing. It is like a
social contract: protect the young ones and raise them well and they will
respect you and cater for you in old age. The older generation breached that
social contract first, the older generation of elders ditched African culture
and stole from the younger generation.
They ditched African culture and shared
the money meant to build our schools, money meant to give us a safe and
comfortable learning environment, money that should be used to stock our
libraries and laboratories. They shared everything and allocated allowances
after allowances for their own upkeep and comfortabiltity while the children,
the young ones are left in the wild to fend off wild animals and to suffer the
biting cold of life. That is not African.
African culture pays premium to the wellbeing of the
young ones first. African culture says it is wrong to steal from anyone talk
less of children. African culture says the elders protect the young ones. You
should visit our schools. See our libraries with outdated books. See our laboratories
with outdated materials and kitchen stoves. That is not African.
And the elders that are not politicians, they kept
quiet. They, with their deafening silence aligned with those who stole from us.
They who tell us tales of being paid to go to school. They who tell us about
the good old days of being fed fat in schools. They who tell us about finishing
school and having to choose from three or four jobs with great pays. How did
they get comfortable with stories of us learning in war zones? How did they
feel at ease with our stories of empty labs and libraries? How did they feel at
ease with our stories of fee hike, lecturers demanding sex to pass students,
graduating without job and selling akara. How did they feel comfortable with
all these?
And when the young ones decide to fight a fight that the
elders refused to fight for them, when students in higher institutions decide
to face their school administrations and state governments that refused to fund
their schools, the older generation that should wake up and support the
students slap a tag on their agitations: "JUVENILE DELIQUENCY" and
support their arrest and expulsion. How can you default in your responsibility
and still have the moral decency to talk down at those who do your job for you?
How?
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