Children's Day

 Can't you see?

 our society is littered with decayed mindsets? can't you see our society is wearing down with harden hearts, she's comply to nurture? Can't you see them? The; angry, depressed, frustrated, selfish, dominating,unlovable,shattered, insecure, bittered, mediocrities, dejected and unguided hearts the carelessness of a previous generation has infused on our society to nurture?

 Our society is in a great dilemma, encumbered with a sad responsibility to heal a wound birthed out of a careless offsprings. cracking her brain daily to sort answers to the menace that has befallen her.

  Just when she thought, Yes! this is it! She discovered another offsprings of decayed mindsets, inflecting more agony compared to the previous offsprings. What could be the cause she thought, silently on her bed with unspeakable pain eating deeply into her heart. She wakes up daily to the unpleasant sounds of tension and unrest these offspring produce.

What has gone wrong? She summoned a counsel of the aged, knowledgeable and wise, the most be a way out, she cried out loud! But where do we begin? Was the voice of their gaze, with no iota of word from their firmed lips. Think! She angrily hit the table.

So, what's our foundation story? Was a voice from the third roll. Let begin from there. In agreement the got to work; all heads bowed and fingers busy traced the roots that leads to her foundation story. 

Yes! I found it, our foundation is faulty, alot of ingredient are missing! Another voice shouted, from the back, oh noo! We've miss it. We passed a decayed mindset to our offsprings.

Ahh! We've denied them our ear time,pushing them to be fed of the devil himself, they've eaten from the plate of mischief and drank for the cup of distress. 

Addicted to immorality,conflict and unrest. Their daily motto,sending their fellow men to  early sleep without any remorse. can't you see? they are dead to conscience.

Chasing after shadows, longing to gain possession of vanity at all cost, without fear for the supreme the operate like Lucifer. 

Ohh! She cried out loud, not able to fight back her tears,enough!! Enough!!! 

What's the way out she cried out again with a weak voice, we can't continue like this, a knowledgeable man answered; this offsprings are animals, let's send them behind bars.

No! We can report them to their manufacture instead, he knows how to handle them best, the aged replied.

A wise one, Frederick Douglas said; it is easier to build strong children than to repair broken adults.sad truth, the first unit of our society (home) has hang her responsibility on the neck of the western curriculum, exposing her offspring to fist at the palace of their devourer.

Repairing the matured offspring is a possibility that might not be possible in a jiffy, aged one is right, we can make a complain to their manufacturer. Their got to undergo a mind surgery.

Let's get the theater set, send a message across the experienced minds; there's a need for transformation. Let all hands be on desk, let all knees kiss the group,let all firmed lips get out wide open. Let the drum of hope and restoration began, we going all out to harvest a lost offsprings.

Like the prodigal Dad awaiting his mislead son, let keep our hopes high, picking  them up one after one from the ocean of Lucifer with a food of love, a net of wisdom and a warm hug of attention. 

Menace, tension and unrest would not die until the first unit of the society gets intentional,hangs on her primary responsibility and contend to catch and nurture their offspring early before their devourer gets hold of them.