Between the Mark of my father’s generation and Mark of my generation by Enenche Enenche

In 1999, I was in JSS 2, I remember how my Social Studies teacher, Mr Bayo gave use an impromptu test. Here was the question :
1. What is the name of Nigeria’s Senate President?
2. How many Senators are there at the Nigerian Senate.
3. Name any Senator you know, and preferably the one representing you at the National Assembly. 

I was lucky that day, because I was an ardent watcher of NTA 9 O’clock news. Here was the answers I wrote:
1. Evan Ewerem
2. 109
3. Sen David Mark
 I was among few students that got it all right, I use to be Mr Bayo’s favourite. I represented my school in a current affairs quiz, we won and was given a gift on assembly ground by my principal.
I love concurrent affairs, I love quiz, but one that has been difficult for me to answer is how my number 3 is yet to change after 16 years. 

I use to be a boy, now I am old. I love responsibilities and want to take my destiny in my hands.
My father’s generation believed in my future, sent me to school and now I want to ventilate what I am made up of, but the same generation is standing on my way.
My father once took me home for the first time in 1993 to show me my root and land of my ancestral heritage. 

He took me to Ochidoma’s palace, with pride we walked down Ochidoma road.
He showed me NITEL and NIPOST and said these were possible by MARK of his time.
I have a big question today, if I carry my son to the same place my dad and I once stood, what would I show him that the MARK of my time has done . 

I can’t take my son home with that same type of pride my father once had… The reason is because the Mark of his generation was totally different from the Mark of my generation. 

No more Ochidoma road, Fed. Road is in shambles, NITEL and NIPOST have been overtaken by technology and are no longer responding to the endless needs our people back home are crying for.
The Idomas my father introduced me to, were more united than the ones that Machiavelli “divide and rule” by one man has crippled their wheels of progress. 

The Mark of my father belonged to a generation where “Telephone was for the rich.”
Today, I belong to a generation where telephone is not a luxury but necessity.
It is obvious we don’t belong to the same generational age bracket, we both reason differently, yes differently, because He confirmed this when he was flying and doing James Bond over a mess at a road he had every goodwill to fix, but my generation rose to shout it was wrong. 

Yes he confirmed this, when he once bragged that “even if you vote for me or not, the votes of my wives, children and birds in the bush is enough to make me win”… But we rose to counter it.
I have nothing against the Mark of my father’s generation, but he should allow my generation to make her mark too. 

It is not a crime, if for the first time I have a Senator representing me that I can contact on Facebook, Twitter and other social media platforms.
 
The Mark of my father’s generation is yet to cope with the dynamism of social media. He is yet to personally register his presence, maybe like telephone, they still believes “social media is for the rich. “

Comrade Daniel Onjeh belongs to my generation age bracket, we understand each other, his struggle is my struggle. Not because of material or personal interests, but this is a generational struggle.
Let ” the votes of his wives, children and the birds in the bush” vote for him while humans who are tired of Machiavelli bandage vote for fresh dreams and aspirations which I see in Daniel.
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Enenche Enenche (Comedian)