“They” refer to our generation as the Indomie Generation. Instant gratification is the name of the game, with many of us wanting it all – success, money, sex, power, love and others – “now now” in our race against that imaginary clock that ticks away in the background. As for me, I can’t even front ’cause I have my guilty moments of indulging in the madness of it all. I’m a lot more patient than I used to be undoubtedly – Baba God has trained me well – but every now and again, waiting for stuff to happen in this my so-called race just seems long. “I want to fly, Mama Bird,” knowing fully well that my wings are half formed and there’s still so much to be done.
We all know what happens to birds that leave the nest too soon.
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