MY TEACHERS LIED!
MY TEACHERS LIED!
I will never forgive my teachers for telling me such lies. I will never pardon them for such wrong orientation and teaching. My Elementary School teachers started it, my college teachers repeated it and my Sunday School teachers affirmed it. They made me and other young people to believe those words, those sweet fantasies which are yet to see the light of the day.
Now I feel bad, I feel deceived. They told us we were the Leaders of Tomorrow.
I will never forgive my teachers for telling me such lies. I will never pardon them for such wrong orientation and teaching. My Elementary School teachers started it, my college teachers repeated it and my Sunday School teachers affirmed it. They made me and other young people to believe those words, those sweet fantasies which are yet to see the light of the day.
Now I feel bad, I feel deceived. They told us we were the Leaders of Tomorrow.
Then we had some harsh, unfriendly, undemocratic set of leaders. They were in government then wearing khaki and holding rifles; leading with brutality and force. They committed coups and counter-coups. As children and youths, we watched them helplessly but with one resolution: To make a change in the future when we become leaders.
Three decades after, the same crop of people are still leading in various capacities. They have changed their khaki uniforms to Agbada and suits. They have no rifles again, but uses verbal threats as their weapon of brutality. They still want to hold Nigeria at ransom. They still want to continue in leadership by all means - do or die; a form of leadership we do not need in this age and century.
I am now wondering when these people will give way for us to step in and lead. I am wondering when our tomorrow will surface. Does it mean that the tomorrow of thirty years ago is not yet around the corner? Does it mean my teachers were not honest? The people who were given birth to thirty years ago must have started having their own children: whom the teachers will also call leaders of tomorrow (or leaders of next-tomorrow this time, since their parents are yet to experience their own tomorrow).
I am still waiting for the tomorrow my teachers made me to believe in. It is either our teachers were not learned and ignorant or they chose to tell us lies.
Three decades after, the same crop of people are still leading in various capacities. They have changed their khaki uniforms to Agbada and suits. They have no rifles again, but uses verbal threats as their weapon of brutality. They still want to hold Nigeria at ransom. They still want to continue in leadership by all means - do or die; a form of leadership we do not need in this age and century.
I am now wondering when these people will give way for us to step in and lead. I am wondering when our tomorrow will surface. Does it mean that the tomorrow of thirty years ago is not yet around the corner? Does it mean my teachers were not honest? The people who were given birth to thirty years ago must have started having their own children: whom the teachers will also call leaders of tomorrow (or leaders of next-tomorrow this time, since their parents are yet to experience their own tomorrow).
I am still waiting for the tomorrow my teachers made me to believe in. It is either our teachers were not learned and ignorant or they chose to tell us lies.
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