Hazy eyes.

Attu

My grandmother used to always say that in the olden days, when babies were born, they hands were closed, eyes shut for about a few weeks and the only sound made was the crying from the smack administered to their bottom by the doctor delivering. Today we have a new advanced breed of kids that come out prepared for this world, ready to grab open handed, staring at you with those beautiful little eyes wide open, and crying, moaning and groaning all in one minute. 

Dare I say the next generation will come out walking asking you if you’re the parent!

Evolution you say...problems I think.  I look around and see nothing but deterioration of this world.  From everything once established, fought for, died over, bleed for, conquered, thought, philosophized, argued, implemented and finally..Passed on...now just a thing of the past.

The youth of today are the number one example of what I speak of. Look around. We see school kids involved in everything from crime, corruption, to sex, drugs, murder and  LOL  disobedience. Boys under the age of 12 will be seen with not one but both ears pierced hanging with huge diamond shaped earrings imitating a famous rapper or pop star. Hair gelled back and up, clean shaven on the sides in a styles only lost tribes used to have....maybe them tribaloo’s had a fashion sense going that they never knew will hit the world in such a way one day. Clothes tighter, sleeves shorter, bulging muscles from steroids bought with money either stolen or given by parents to “quite them” or to get them out their hair.

A drive around the town and you will find youngsters well under the legal age driving their fathers R200-000 car with the their body’s hanging half out the window, cigarette in one hand and mouths open. Little girls all impressed by this go all weak in the knees. This is definitely the lost generation. The ones that grow up loosing respect faster than gained. You find them after school hanging around the shops on the corners, and in 10 years time will find them just there asking for a few rand’s and still hitting on the girls. A pity

I find my thoughts diverted to another part of the world, a place where poverty is rife, a place where kids don’t get the opportunity to be kids, rather they have to be either adults or conform to a standard and way not by choice but by force. But thinking about that will make my thoughts run wild, and this few lines I intend to jot down will turn to novels. 

Mallu-pie

My daughter  often see’s poor kids and expresses her feelings to me. I’m proud of her as she opens up to me, telling me how lucky she is and how she appreciates the little she has compared to them. This shows me that she has the confidence in me and can speak to me. This confidence is built by a parent. Something not many parents care to build with their kids thus loose total control of them.

Eina!

A child needs to be brought up with proper values.  If not, the generations forth will never know or be the same. We have the assumption that we need to look after and hold on tighter to our daughters but in fact its the sons we need to keep that eye on. Little men once out of hand or lost on their path of adulthood, become destructive thus destroying not only their lives but all around. We find out youngsters on drug. The most common problem in our society. Yet we don’t take the time to assist them and understand why they have turned that way.  We offer help and spend the thousands of rand’s to get them help, yet they return to this life. Another topic that can go bad either way for or against a parent. I was once a kid, I seen with my own eyes the effects of a broken home, of a poor home, of unstable parents and of rich families. It all lies in the values and upbringing.  Sitting on this bed hitting this keyboard I glance at my kids and promise myself that I shall always strive to be the best father, friend, body guard and teacher to them

Daddy's girl

. Have to also think about investing in my AK47 now that my eldest is going on 10.Everything that affects her affects me! It doesn't matter what the problem is, in her life and as long as I breathe i will be there to help her with it no matter what it takes outta me! Her pains I will share, and when she cries, so will I.

I am thankful to Almighty for all he has given me but also ask him to guide not just my hand but my kids too. After all, they carry your name, values and respect to the generations ahead.  This to the parents out there doing their duties, WELL DONE! And to those not, you will pay the price and learn.