Remember those old days? Yes, I mean the good old days,
which I would love to bring back, if I had a time machine, or that elusive
magic wand. Those were the days, when parents didn’t just teach/tell, but
warned their children never to receive or beg from anyone outside their homes;
least of all, from strangers. And that was even before the advent of modern
religions, which have done us more harm than good. The days when though, our
forefathers/foremothers could neither read nor write in any language, were
honest, compassionate and morally upright.
Now that we claim to have arrived, and claiming to know the
history of other nations more than their own nationals, we have become chronic
beggars, among other vices. Our children, students, single, married and
unmarried parents, now beg with impunity. They even beg from everyone,
including the strangers they can see and those they can’t see. They don’t only
claim to have the right to beg bet they even deny those they beg from, the right
to refuse. What arrogance? And they justify their unholy behaviours with, “This
is Naija.” As if those vices, have been enshrined in our constitution. They beg
and receive from, armed robbers, drug pushers, ritual-killers and treasury
looters; without an atom of shame.
While they believe that their charms have power over everyone,
those who are able to resist, are called names, like stingy and tight-fisted.
And I keep asking, “Where are the parents?” Of course the parents are there,
but not parenting. The other day, a student was requesting for a new phone,
from one of her Aristos. Did I say, requesting? It was more like demanding. When
asked what she would do with her old phone, she replied, “I shall give it to my
father.” And when further asked, what she would say, if her father wishes to
know, how she could afford a new phone? She said, “I would say, God provides.”
And I said under my breath, “That father may be very daft,
or he may have been aiding and abetting that and other vices, inclusive.” Each
time I want to ask whether the beggars believe, they are believed by the
begged, or the begged believe they shall receive value for their money, I pinch
and remind myself with, “Why not, if not? Especially with all the diabolical
charms, they have acquired. And haven’t we been thoroughly brain-washed to
believe, whatever we are told? Can we be more gullible?” Where did we go wrong?
Have we really lost our self-esteem? Are we beyond redemption? These and many
other questions, are begging for answers.
