Suddenly, we all stopped talking about the Chibok Girls! I personally wonder where they are right now and what they might be going through. Our attention has been diverted to the UPCOMING ELECTION. A race which is clearly between two POLITICAL PARTIES. I have read so many Articles about the UPCOMING ELECTION than i have since the remergence of DEMOCRAZY in Nigeria. As you are all aware, I am neither a Journalist nor a motivational speaker, but when the needs arise, i sit down, think, pick my pen and try to stain the plain white paper with some of the ink in the pen. As mentioned earlier, I have read series of Articles about the two presidential candidates-GMB and GEJ. One thing i have observed about these articles is the continous repetition of the LETTER C, A vast majority of Nigerians want CHANGE and some wants CONTINUITY, so many arguments have emanated from these two words, some people clamor for CONTINUITY to take Nigeria to another level, others want CHANGE, they want the Nigeria of the olden days. As for CHANGE, You will argue with me that in this century of moden civiliazation, there are so many people who are clamoring for the old Nigeria, but believe me, there is a saying that OLD IS GOLD How many of us remember this? Old is gold, it is always said. When I was a five-year old, some 25 years ago, my grandfather said their olden days were gold. Today, i am of age and i still remember those good old times. I always wonder why everyones olden days are better than their present. Old music and songs were good. Old films were outstanding. Old clothings were of better quality. In the olden days, food was of high standards. Old vessels and wares were of high quality. Old teachers were excellent. Old schools were better centres of learning. Old furniture pieces were more appealing. Old houses were user-friendly, airy and well ventilated. Old games with minimum but crude gadgets were more enchanting. The old Nigeria Television Authority Television station entertained us all with high quality programmes. Old friendships were more reliable. Old wine was tasty.? and one begin to wonder-Is it something to do with ones psyche? No. It cannot be brushed off or wished away simply like that. Old is, and was, really gold. But why? Times are changing fast. Values are eroding. Goodness is replaced and it is now measured by smartness to get on with life. We have become excessively vigilant, touchy and more suspicious for no real reason. Today, we are scared of everyone, inwardly at least. We take things with a pinch of salt. Though todays material comforts — that could not even be dreamt of a decade ago — are aplenty, still something is amiss about life. What is it? Peace? Happiness? Peace prevailed earlier, despite wars. There was trust. There was hope. People relaxed better. There was no clamour for things that one did not possess. The absence of those, that were not deemed essential to own, never made any difference to a happy life. There was contentment. Competition was less cut-throat. There was concern, affection and true bonding. There was togetherness. More important, people were patient. No doubt, there were poverty and scarcity, paucity and difficulty. But there was beauty in life and comity among all. Disputes were quickly and amicably sorted out. Courts had fairly less business. Places of worship were serene and tranquil. There was no terror harboured, either in the mind or for real. All communities co-existed amicably and people waited for better times. They tolerated deficiencies in others and accommodated idiocies, shortcomings and pitfalls of others. They took oddities in their stride without murmur. Rank consumerism was non-existent. Families were big and joint family was the norm. There were guests to partake of food and there was readiness to share whatever one had. Rains were original and smiles were natural. Air was fresh. There were few privileges to enjoy. Yet life was complete, meaningful and wholesome. People lent money to the needy without documents and paper. Debts were written off without protests and contests. Times were timeless. Values were invaluable and principles were priceless. The main door of our houses, located at Ijoka and Oke-Omiru Ilesa, was never locked except during night. Windows were open 24 hours of the day. There were no double grills for the main door. We knew everyone in the streets, Today, not knowing the neighbour is an etiquette and norm. Privacy is mistaken for liberty and freedom. One is expected to watch his or her back when going in and out of the house. If it was lunch time, the guest would join us. Strangely, there was always enough food at home at least for one guest. Guests never brought their soaps, towels, hair oil or shaving sets. Visitors came with the minimum and left with the maximum that we could afford and spare for them. Today, it is “me and mine” culture. A guest is the most unwelcome soul. We all walked to the school, sometimes barefooted in the scorching sun. We never felt the pain. There were tragedies in families. People took them in their stride. No one rushed to the media. The media were more responsible and mature. Silly stories were never entertained. There was no sensationalism. Natural calamities did occur and sufferings were more severe. Yet people breathed easy. Even one-plus-one families are suffocating today. There were not many telephones. Mobiles were non-existent. Yet, people conversed joyously. There were no ferraris, bughattis, ranges et-al. Yet friends met each other every day. There were no superfast buses or trains. (Forget the planes). A 40-km travel took three hours. Yet none complained. Doctors were few and far between. Diseases were many. No big hospitals, leave alone super-speciality facilities, for miles and miles. No one grumbled. There was give and take, and there were real tears during hard times. Roads were free of flashy four-wheelers. Dresses were tailor-made and not readymade. Hoteliers served fresh food. Food was never refrigerated. Fruit juices were fresh, never tinned. Home food was oven-hot, never re-heated. Today, it is use and throw, be it a battery, a gadget, a gear, father or mother. Those days, it was use, remember and respect. Old homes of the past are old-age homes now. Donations to charities and orphanages are bountiful now. Temples are mushrooming in every colony. Yet, humanity is drying up, and about divinity, the less said the better. Charity began at home then. Even beggars were dignified. They were humble and never greedy. People were self-made. They are self-centred now. Family elders were philosophers, guides and counsellors. Today, there are counsellors for every non-issue, at a price. Psychiatrists were unheard of then. Today, they proliferate, one for every two disturbed persons. Health was not a worrisome issue. It is a psychic issue now. We market ill-health in so many names today. Medicines are a “buy-one take-two (diseases?) formula” now. Divorces were few and far between. Every wedding anniversary is a milestone now. There was commitment in what one did those days. There is commerce in every thing we do today. There are Valentines Day, sisters day, fathers day, mothers day, friends day, doctors day, nurses day, husbands day, wives day, water day, sparrows day, diabetes day, AIDS day, TB day and every other day. There were only Mondays, Tuesdays and so on earlier. Forget the past, someone said. Why should one? Is it because the present is unbearable that the mind should not be tortured with the glory of the past? It is said not for nothing that old is gold and if this old is going to bring back the golden Nigeria, then let the world CHANGE continue to revibrate in every single Nigerian soul. As for CONTINUITY.........To be continued in the second part of this piece. Thank you! Follow Ibukun Fajuke on: Twitter: @donheroes Instagram: @donheroes Website: heroent.blogspot Google+: Ibukun Fajuke
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 10:05:14 +0000
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