The Hilarious Truth.
We, the people born between 1950-1980 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, maybe 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 up ourselves in a room.
We played only with our real friends, not with www.com friends.
If we ever felt thirsty, we drank tap water, ice water tied in nylon, bottled water didn't exist.
We never got ill even after sharing the same juice or tree top with four friends.
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 or lemon grass tea with long bread or yam. On special days (Xmas. New Year, Easter, Maulud Nabiyu, Eidil Fitri/Ileya, we had Jollof rice (raisi) for lunch packed inside a large tray for about 20 children. We jolly well, ate Saara anywhere with fresh chicken legs, head and wings, Chicken orTurkey kę?
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, empty St. Louis sugar carton and milk tins, okoto ( made of Bic biro cover and tiger battery plastic part.
No magnetic or white boards in our public schools classrooms, we rather use charcoal, used batteries and leaves to darken our plywood chalkboards.
Our parents were not rich, and they never chased after money. They just searched for and gave only love.. not any worldly possessions.
We never used to share 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 homes.
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 trek kilometers bare footed to school, carrying metal portmoto or sileeti on our heads and yet carry our children to school in cars or by drivers.
The last generation to enjoy free public school and education but the first to horribly pay to train children In private schools.
We had less homework in our days so could help our parents in home chores 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 ENDANGERED SPECIES. I am proud, I belong to this noble generation.
Please dear INDOMIE GENERATION, learn from this piece.

Thank you.

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