A Dawning Generation of Monstrous Mothers, Failing Fathers

A Dawning Generation of Monstrous Mothers, Failing Fathers

By: Jeremiah Enaholo Kadiri

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Have you ever wondered why there’s so much problem overwhelming the world? Have you ever wondered how this macrocosm of a cosmopolitan Earth is disturbed by an even more troubling terror of human doing? Have you for once imagined that these overwhelming problems are a multiplicity of imperceptible micro units called homes and a faulty administration of these units called parenting?

Happy reading.

“…orkhatievho ghu tseynu’yorkhai ghu.

Ikhu’weh khormor nitso’wia, ikhu’weh kpitsikey. Kai!

Emor’nitse orkhey kpolhor’mhe, Oghena!”

These wordings like arched arrows were the reckless discharge of a single father on his little above three (3) years old daughter who was becoming miserable from fractured legs and a broken arm.

In the heat of the moment he had begun to seem like a lit coal, a smoldering ember poised at burning the living breath off his very own progeny but for the restraint by a passerby.

“bros kai! Alighor lhor’kilha na. ukhey’gborlhi ya lhalhi khor’kpakpa? Uwa morgeylhe egbey’lhey twor? Ivha ka’yor khu yana…” said the passerby who maintained his distance fearing that the grotesque figure of the infuriating father held imminent danger for him. He could only restrain him with his words and this seem to have worked in averting a rain of pain on the ailing child. Thereon, a sudden calm restored sanity to the area while the man’s mother, siblings, friends as well as his other kids and that of neighbors continued with their routine. Chattering gossips and other frivolous trivialities.

This is the gory state of parenting the majority of our future community heads, opinion leaders and possibly, public office holders are learning from.

Whether mild or wild, the generation of the future are exposed to domestic violence daily either from those who inflict injuries on their skin, hearts and souls or worse still, from those who choose to not do anything about the dastard situation simply because “orvha dey mhe.”

For those who on the day of this occurrence said, ‘orvha dey mhe’, Dante Alighieri has this for you, “the hottest part of hell will be reserved for those who in times of moral crises choose to remain neutral.”

However, this is piece is not so much about the foregoing. It is inspired partly by the aftermath of the event.

The baby girl died! (may her gentle soul find solace in paradise)

The entire neighborhood mourned for days. Crying crocodiles filled the air with sympathetic pretence. A staged scene orchestrated a traditional gathering of wailing women. It was seemingly seeming a tournament of criers where each woman was determined to outcry the other. “ahh! Onomo’okilhegbegb’omo gbey!” together with all the beautiful expressions no single being ever expressed before the child while she drew breath were now raining in torrents on her lifeless corpse.

Not surprising, everyone now seem to have loved her so dearly in her living days. A rendition of sweet times and nostalgia about her rented the air for days (even as I write). We all hypocritically deceived ourselves about how much she meant when deep down guilt smoldered those with conscience. I, for one visited to greet the household for the first time in a long time in the event of her death. What a flaw? Why couldn’t I do same every once in a while when she was alive? Why did I wait as if I was anticipating her death to pay visit? Why did we deny her the opportunity to feel loved alive, to hear these life bubbling songs and praises about her in her living days, to giggle at our tickles, to be elated with elation, to be shown that she belonged!

We all denied her what’s more precious than all. We denied her what’s priceless but free. We denied her the only thing every soul will take to its Lord. We denied her these precious treasures called memories for the commerce of pain and dejection.

Again, this is not so much about her death or how we all murdered her. It is more of how our relations cum relationship with these supposed leaders of tomorrow help to shape them negatively. How we raise monsters by our actions and inactions. By doing what we shouldn’t and failing to do what is essential to their growth positively.

This part of the foregoing piece is an indictment. You are guilty. I am too. We all are guilty but we can wash away these sins by simply being accommodating, tolerant, restraining our frustrations and refuse to display aggression before kids. We can now begin to do things we’d be proud to see them do. We can now begin to stop being selfish with loving them and all they come with.

It is not easy raising a child. It is more difficult to groom them. Remember that man has a proclivity towards doing evil if unchecked and so, what’s overwhelming is allowing them choose the wrong traits to emulate and become hybrids of all our negativism put together.

Imagine what they too will become as parents and raise as kids. A degenerated generation of monstrous parents.