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The Observer: YOUTH – It’s Our Time

Article Written By: [Ken & Speranza]

The persona in the story is an Intellect Observer.;
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It was on a Friday afternoon just after I had been interviewed at a certain prestigious corporate company. The only thing I had in my palm was my mobile phone and some bit of nervousness consuming each thought I had about the outcome of the interview. I had adorned that black suit that I usually reserved for such important days and those pitch black shoes that complemented my outlook as I walked majestically across the town.

The scorching sun and the chilly psychic wind were inflicting their arrogance on me as I paved my way to the ‘matatu’ stage whereby I could board a vehicle that would ferry me to my vicinity. The vendors were busy minding their businesses inside the flocked town. In my escapades, I actually groped under a sweaty woman’s armpit as she shouted explosively in a bid to sell her merchandise.

I approached the matatu station and met a black graffiti matatu that was almost full. I boarded it and walked straight to the back left seat [let me call it a bench; it was not worth the name seat] at the window. I always loved observing as I travelled. I can say that being an observer has made me discover many things in this young world. Moreover, I understand undeniably that the sweetness of traveling is observing. Just when I was approaching the seat, I noticed it had a hole at the center of the worn out cushions. I could not settle myself proportionately. I had to seat at a certain angle making sure not to injure my sciatic nerve in my less adorable gluteal tissue.  Inside the matatu were a whole lot of alarming warning stickers and images of those musicians we here on radios. The tout hang around shouting in tantrums as he hang around like an empty bottle of liquor. The engine started and for whatever reason, I had to stick to my seat until I arrived at my destination.

The music volume was increased to suit the outsiders who gandered at the car with awe wondering what the passengers inside were dancing to the music. I would at times insert my small fingers at both my earholes lest the music would disintegrate my eardrum.
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However, despite my awkward position, my sight was not affected after all. I was the intellect observer. As the matatu paved its way through the town, we came across a traffic jam at the highway that exited the town. The matatu stood still for some minutes before the reckless driver found his way out of the jam as he rammed through the pedestrians pavement. Finally, the matatu got in a place on the road where we could not meander our way through the labyrinths of pedestrian footpaths. We were stuck.

From my position at the matatu, the window gave me a great view of the lifestyle out there. On the other lane, the lane that led to town, flashy, new and posh personal cars were lined up on the traffic jam too. Most of the people on the driver’s seat were the youth. By estimation, most of the drivers seemed to be below 35 years of age. They seemed more of the white-collar working class by their dress codes and facial appearances. I remember in the quondam years when i went through the same route, only a few countable youth owned cars by that time. The elderly wise men who seemed to have tons of advice, were the only ones gifted by the opportunity to own cars.
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I remember also at the interview my interlocutors were very young and intelligent, black hair, white teeth, elegant dressing in their mid-20s -30s. They looked very tough and right minded about what they were asking me and the way they took my responses. Offices had started to be run by young people who were doing well in the profession.

I started thinking that it is our time as youths to do what we can now. We have to work hard to achieve all we ever wanted. I do not know by what means they have achieved their success but I believe it was not an easy journey.  Many mindful youth are working towards developing their goals in their urge to live a good life. Most of the youth are utilizing the rare opportunities and accumulating their wealth every day. Many of the youth have gained access to financial savings and education and many are benefiting unlike the olden days. The few who are striking efforts everyday are realizing their worth and how they can be beneficial not only to themselves but the entire community.

It is our time to stand and be counted with our heads high. That we wake up alive and full of energy ready for the coming days. Fill our little brains with what is to build and not live what is already built. Break up with any sense of laziness and negativity that will bring us down. Stand up on fertile soil and irrigate our dry lands see if some roses sprout.

I have realized that in this life, there is nothing that is gained by sitting around and doing nothing. We have to get up and work hard as the youth. We have the potential greater than the diminishing elderly bracket. Let us not waste our youth in alcohol and drugs or thuggery life. Let us work to gain the power, the confidence and financial security that will pave our way to what we want to be. Let us strive, struggle and invest in our youthful life then we are assured to enjoy in the later life. I had now built another shape of life beginning to see things in a different angle; seeing light where darkness thrived.

Life is full of misfortunes but it is not that we are powerless. We are the once with the power to overcome what is ahead of us. We can do this only if we work hard with what we do. Have ambitions, set goals (short term and long term) and work towards achieving them. There is saying that goes ‘maisha sio kipande cha ugali’ (life is not a piece of ugali) we should work hard and struggle for the future has its way for us. We cannot wait for manna to fall down from heaven from reluctant donors of whom will never fulfill their promises. That negative mind that keeps us away from doing what we deem impossible should be abandoned and let your mind think positively that you can do something great.

It is not a secret that most young personalities below the age of 30 are CEOs of flourishing organizations and companies. Some at age 21, in Kenya are running foundations that connect more than 5000 adults in five different countries. Who are we? We can make it through. But how? Let us have set plans first, talk to mentors and people who can assist you develop your idea. Be your own initiator and have the drive to push on towards your goal. Direct your eyes and thoughts on achieving your dream and do not deviate from your plans. Work each and every day of your life towards your ambition. You will never be disappointed.
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Those who have got the chance to go to school, let us be serious with our studies. Let us remember how our parents and ancestors and also the community have helped us achieve our dreams. Let us remember how our parents wove baskets and sold vegetables to afford us the schooling.

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The matatu halted and with difficulty and a painful right gluteal tissue, I got up slowly and walked through the torn seats to the outside of the matatu. In that 40-minute ride, I vowed to start working on my goals, projects that I have been having. It is not later, but now. Now it is the time.

Vijana Tuchangamke

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Posted on August 25, 2016, in AFRICAN, BUSINESS, FINANCE, inspirational, LIFESTYLE, SOCIAL LIFE and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Yes!! yes at least am not left out… You know why? Am a strawberry farmer back in my county so i can say am a boss-Farmer, writer, columnist… Haha the list is endless!! It’s our time indeed

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