I think it’s quite too difficult to ignore the current events, especially when ‘acumen’ seems to be slowly decaying in the wake of political instability, where the younger generation is ceaselessly dodging political punches left, right and centre. Unfortunately these blows do get them right where the demagogues’ aim; where it matters the most, dizzying them into a doltish coma where one can piteously declare that they have been subjects of mental massacre.
But one would also wonder why so many people have fallen prey to such malevolent psychological torture. Would it be better if there was no one at all at the forefront? Would the damage be minimal if handful individuals took up the role of being the ‘leader’? How relevant would they be, and how effective would that system work?
It seems the youths have followed an erroneous path. Probably we need guidance. In fact, I think we do need guidance. Where do we get it, I ask? Even though, don’t you think it takes one to sift through the guidance that he or she gets; to see if it’s positive or negative? A large number seems to have devoured the kind they should have chucked away. The kind that has left them glued on an elusive target with the hope of attainment, while life scoots by, and opportunities come barrelling through, with only a minute bunch being able to grasp them.
I think enough has been said about the recent events, like the Marikana protest, just to name but one. As much as the protest rages on, going back at it would merely be squeezing lemon juice and adding sea-salt into an open wound on my part. One would simply question when the people will stop this whole manslaughter?
Independent writers, critics and analysts did scrutinise almost every single angle there possibly could be, and made sure their views and opinions were heard loud and clear. Even at the scene of the tragedy, one or two ‘fomenters’ managed to mould themselves a platform to hurl spiteful words at their so-called opponents, albeit the infinite requiem and heart-ache of those whose loved ones fell to the land of the ‘silent ones’ remained apparent for the whole world to see. Damage has been done, but now the scars remain and it is so unfortunate that it seems some individuals manage to jewel pleasure in thrusting more stings into them.
But then I ask, what do us, as the youth learn from such? Like a five year old who grows up in the midst of physical and mental abuse at home, won’t some of these traits become part and parcel of our well-being, budding and percolating into the work we do and the way we handle ourselves whenever there is a crisis at home or in our lives? Will we be able to tackle issues without breathing down each others’ throats?
When will we be able to sit down and enter into discourse to the kind of issues that affect us as people? When will we learn that a machete and a spear will not only deny us the kind of victory that we are aiming for, but degrade us to a level of blood-hungry ‘savages’ that haven’t learnt how to embrace the tenets of civilisation, notwithstanding we sit many years into a democratic era .
We do need guidance, as young people of tomorrow, but where will we get it? Do we capture it from those who, when engaged in squabbles, look towards guns and armaments for solace? Will this kind of mentality do us good in the movement to social equality and development? I fear for the future of this great nation if we are to follow such a path and live by the blood and tears of our fellow brothers and sisters.
Honestly, I look forward to the day when our ‘leaders’ funnel and groom us into being achievers. I would like not to master the art of eating and dining on the most expensive sushi that restaurants can provide, but learn the dexterity of building this budding economy, such that when I leave this place called earth, I leave it in good hands; hands of those I personally have eagerly groomed in a similar, positive manner. Those I am sure will build such a legacy that will last, and not waste it away in insignificant glamour that solely depends on the depth of their back-pocket, that stands gingerly attached on the pair of jeans they are wearing.
When will we build a solid future? When will we be able to fabricate timeless knowledge and skill that we can pass on to those to come after us?
I would like those ahead of us to look back and see if they are confident of the kind of individuals they are leaving behind. I would like them to picture this country, when they are long gone from the face of this earth. Have they produced the youth of great calibre? The kind that will be able to take over from where they left, and rummage through life with the country’s burdens on their shoulders. Have they managed to set aside time to pay attention to these future leaders who, by the way, make for the better part of the country’s population?
As much as young people are gearing forward to carve a clearer path for themselves, it is so unfortunate that it seems they have not received a fair share of the guidance that they were looking forward to get.
Probably some of us have not looked for it, but it feels as if those ahead of us need ‘our’ guidance more than we need theirs; starting from holding their hands whenever they need to get up on the podium, to pointing out the lines they need to read from their speech.