The people born between 1940-1980 in Nigeria and other African countries are the blessed ones… We are the awesome people… Our life is a living proof.
While playing and riding rented bicycle, we never bothered to wear helmets. We played marbles, steycions (seed of ‘agbalumo’; what is the English of agbalumo self: did you say cherry,?), skipping ropes, clapping (Ooya, 10-10), ‘bojuboju ooo’, ‘tàlowá ni’nu Ogba na’? Etc.
After school time we played until dusk but never watched the world (TV) by locking ourselves up in a room. We played only with our real friends, not with Facebook friends.
If we ever felt thirsty, we drank tap water – bottled water didn’t exist then. We never got ill even after sharing the same juice or tree top with four friends from the same cup!
We didn’t put on weight even after eating plate-full of sweets, eba, amala, koko, Monday to Saturday (but on Friday at schools, dodo ati rice (raisi). On Sundays only, we had bongo ordinary tea with bread or yam. On special days (Xmas. New Year, Easter, Maulud Nabiy, Eidil Fitri/Ileya, we had Jollof rice (or just ‘raisi’) for lunch.
We jolly well ate Saara anywhere with fresh chicken legs, head and wings, Turkey kę, where would you find it?
Nothing happened to our feet even after roaming and kicking ball made of rags bare footed. We never used any health supplements to keep ourselves healthy.
We used to create our own toys, omolangidi, we built our truxks with empty St Louis sugar carton and milk tins. Our school uniform was khaki, can you still remember pata olokun, pade mi lejika and full rubber etc?
Our parents were not rich, and they never chased desperately after money.
They just searched for and gave only love.. not any worldly possession. We never shared our emotions by using emoticons in mobile phones.
We never had cellphones, DVDs, Play stations, X-Boxes, video games, personal computers, internet, web chatting, but we had many good friends.
We used to visit our friend’s home unannounced and enjoyed food with them. We never had to call them and ask for their parents permission to visit their home.
Loving people were near to us so our hearts and souls were happy. Hence we never required any insurance policy.
We might have been in Black and White photos but you find colourful memories in them
The Ultimate is that we are a unique and the most understanding generation, because we are the last generation that listened to their parents and also the first that have to listen to their children.
We are the last set of people to treck kilometers bare footed to school, carrying metal portmoto on our heads and yet carry our children to school in cars or by drivers.
The last generation to enjoy free public school education but the first to horribly pay to train children in private schools.
We had less homework in our days so we could help our parents in home duties but have to assist our kids in their homework who cannot assist parents or maids in home duties.
We are not special, but a *LIMITED EDITION* and I am proud I belong to this noble generation.
Please feel free to share if you are one of us.