We were born into a very significant time, a portentous period in the history of our great nation. For starters our parents were so cool…they sported Afros, wore bell bottoms and listened to kool and the gang at their parties! Depending on what side of the divide you were born, you either watched power rangers or voltron and except you didnt have a TV (and your nearest neighbours didnt have either) you watched sesame street- much better than Barney and teletubbies the guys after us had to endure; you either ate smarties or ‘gogo’; instead of M & M’s you had M & K’s (Never quite figured that one out); If you couldn’t afford snickers, you had big bite; if it wasn’t butter scotch it was ‘baba dudu’ and in place of cotton candy- ‘balewa’! Some of us called it guguru and the rest, pop corn. We were the first generation exposed to game consoles and personal computers and even in sports, the best years of this Nation thus far have come in our time.
Rich or poor, you likely played ball or Ten-Ten on the streets. It was still ok to attend Government run secondary schools (even though University education would eventually stratify us). At some point you must have stuffed your pockets with ‘chocomilo’ and I’m positive you like ‘Boli’ (No funk can change that name!). We had fun. We didnt do too badly at school either. Then we started growing up; first there was NITEL and only the big folks had Land phones, then nought-nine-nought(090- Our brothers from the East gave it some props). A few people had pagers until alcatel, Sagem and 3310. Then the Volcano erupted.
Now we use human hair(wonder what specie we carry on our heads!), Blackberries and Iphones. We only wear designer labels even if the names have to be mis-spelt. We speak with a hilarious blend of accents- part English, part American, part Australian and….is that Indian I hear? We have jobs, some of them good, some of them bad. Our first degrees are not enough anymore and the second degrees are quickly losing value (on the bright side we’ll have a lot of PhD’s!) There isn’t much on TV these days so those of us who can, go to the Cinema and the rest of us rely on Alaba to keep them coming. Oh by the way, we found our voice…we love music. Our content is mostly empty but we dig a good beat anyday; We hate to fall into one genre of music- So we have labels like afro-hiphop-highlife or Jazz-ragga-makosa (Just kidding!). As long as we get to bob our heads, it doesn’t matter what’s being said.
Anyways, we’ve had our ups and our downs and have tried everything. Some we have succeeded at and at others we’ve failed woefully. However, for all our adventure there is one thing we’ve generally stayed away from…..Government. We met the ‘Men in green’ in power. The Autocratic disciplinarian, The Maradona of Government, The 11 month Puppet, The Stone Cold Killer and The Pseudo-Statesman behind the transition (Figure it out!). After this, we had the Recycled Schemer, The Ailing replacement and today- it is the Shoeless Clueless. A very interesting mix from a historical standpoint except that these people have been at it since they were our age! A lot of them dropped their fatigues for Babarigas and we’re back to the same old nonsense. By the way, they robbed nearly two generations of their chance- keeping them instead as ther pets, feeding them crumbs where they should have had bread. And, no offence but these people must have traded their souls in a sinister deal with the gods for longevity for they simply refuse to die (Ouch! There I said it!) It is now my fear that we shall soon join the band wagon of the could have beens. it is sure to happen if we do not……
TO BE CONTINUED!