There was a time when you were so passionate about our country? When you talked of our heroes and how much you’d love to meet them.
There was a time when you were so polite. When you greeted with both hands and smiled respectfully before the handshake came.
There was a time when you’d hurry to keep the house clean as soon as you heard the car screech. When you’d turn off the TV and jump into the bathroom.
There was a time when you won’t wake Mummy up when the neighbors came. When you’d stand your ground and have them leave a message.
Wheti happen brother?
There was a time when you’d return home with clean uniforms, all your pens and all your buttons.
There was a time when you’d scream from wherever you were when Mummy called. You’d sprint like Bond across the gate if you had to.
There was a time when you’d stop in the middle of the street to tie Daddy’s lace. You’d be proud of yourself and him all at once.
What, the hell happened to you?
That now you post pictures of your drunken hangouts with peers? Now you post videos of Sheeshah infused scenes?
Now you bet for Cristiano to score within the first 3 minutes (since you have become a dibia)?
Now you share censored videos in the name of showing support?
Who are you?
I don’t know you. I don’t recognize you.
The sad thing is, I used to.
You used to be me.