Youth-Fool


At one point or the other, especially the years of teen and a few years after, most young people get involved in a lot of activities that are somewhat worrisome and which, most of the time, leaves an unpalatable taste if not curbed.
I am not excluded in these acts; in fact, I can boldly talk about this because I was caught up in one or two of it. I am talking of no other year than those when:
(1)    You start skipping classes in school and you are referred to as a scoundrel and neighbours have to warn their kids about getting polluted by you.
(2)    All you ever thought of at the sight of any lady was ‘SEX’.
(3)    Mum and Dad will be worried at home, but you are ‘over-confident’ of your safety anywhere you are.
(4)    You feel you are the wisest and as such, no other advice matter.
(5)    Your peers are seemed to be your family because of the cohesion and the negative school-of-thought you shared.
(6)    You steal your parent’s money to buy the latest clothes and shoes in order to be the trendy and hottest in town.
(7)     You drink alcohol and take illicit drugs all in the name of getting high.
(8)    All the guys in the area know you are a SEX vendor.... and so on and so forth
The list is so long that I could go on and on. All of these vices at those periods are common and always seem ‘normal’. Yes, but then. It has led to the shambles of many dreams and the obliteration of so many promising lives. Please, think deeply on the vices you are still caught up in today if they are really worthwhile. And if they aren’t, please have a repentant heart today.
As a youth, we should see ourselves as the fathers of the next generation and as such, we must be ready to bequeath things of good moral value and not detestable vices.
And finally, please ruminate on Ecclesiastes 11v9 which says “Rejoice, young man, while you are young, and let your heart be glad in the days of your youth. Walk in the ways of your heart and in the sight of your eyes; but know that for all of these things God will bring you to judgment”.
To thy own self, be true and Have a great day.


Akinsehinwa Damilola.

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