Spewing orthodox beans off the bowl of traditional wisdom into a contemporary bucket of liberal waters, surely will create unbalanced state of drainage patterns, resulting in the flooding of urban settlements.
The wailings of the old folks always outs lead the young, given that the young understand the “street life” tag. Hustling amidst hardship, having hopes and indeed capping the end of the tunnel with sweet after meals, and a Shatewale’s “Ayoo – like” sound track at the background of the ceremony, sounding like rumbling thunder in a woofer sound system is truly a good sight to behold of the success story. Such scenery is always full of cheers and cracks of bottles with two to a spot moment on the dance floor; they forget all their pains in the hard times.
The history of the African tradition holds it that the dialect of the young in response to the old should hold in high esteem the aged in a palanquin of reverence. Not only should the response of the young to the old be devoid of obscenity and profanity, but the general expectations of the choice of words by society is one pleasing and appealing to fuel sweet – progressive conversations.
In recent times, a shift in the paradigm of the African tradition is not oblivious to society. One would want to attribute this change to the influx of knowledge on the existence and handling of social media. It seems the African tradition has undergone brain surgery and is now clothed in total syncretism. It is no more disgusting to hear both the young and old throw up fermented beans in speeches to each other. The African tradition wails. It seeks a change of wine skin. Should the popular Christian quote “new wine cannot be poured into an old wine skin”, keep on being perverted, I bet the African tradition will lose its voice and the expected effect (the new wine will burst the old wine skin) will be opened to eyes of all.
This write up is not with the mind of morality to stretch a rod between right and wrong but will speak from the spectrum of a spectator in a dilemma.
God bless Jan Koum and Brain Acton, for a good work done. Harnessing their God given talent to create a wonderful community for us, where we share our dailies including the cookies and cakes on our minds with our friends and families. WhatsApp has been one of the greatest catalysts fostering relationship and family bond in this dispensation. I shouldn’t be far from right to say it is the greatest agent of globalization. As part of WhatsApp’s incredible features, it gives room for users to share what is on their minds. The onset of this feature bred notice boards, giving directions on the emotional state of the inhabitants of that WhatsApp numbers.
Though WhatsApp status is still quite a good platform to know the emotional state of people, the advances of twitter in hard nut cracking vibes as a means of responding to the post of other people, has corned WhatsApp status to also follow suit. People now spit heart piercing vibes on their statuses as a camouflage of their real feelings. Though the feelings of the issuers are sheltered, the misleading aspect of this act leaves them vulnerable to the effects of their weaknesses. Counsellors took advantage of this feature (WhatsApp status) to track and rate the progress of their counselees. By the advent of Twitter’s advances, they now have to sit in their offices and wait for their counselees to come and drop their pink sheet of bolded problems before they’ll know how to diagnose and prognose them. Heartbreakingly, they are always too late to reach patients to assist them in time of need. If the counsellors were to meet them on time, probably, the dirges we sing on our TV and radio stations about “obituaries”, “what a shocks”, and the “gone too soons” would have reduced.
The latex trend on WhatsApp status is Meme. Meme as defined by Merriam Webster dictionary is an idea, behavior, style, or usage that spreads from person to person within a culture. Paying attention to the Websters definition, I want to emphasize “spreads from person to person within a culture”. Undoubtedly, most of the meme posts are humorous and commands mass laughter, but how sure are the laughers that those posts are not other people’s serious life events. So, one person’s negative give offs to another person becomes something to be trivialized and made fun of by the hearers. This culture has even crept into atmospheres that are supposed to be free from stigmatizing carbons. Even holy settings (church, mosque, etc…) have adopted it as a means of easing off stress. I wish to ask, should my heartbreaking moment be a boozing pill to gear you up in laughter?
On a second spilling off the sand on wheels, how would one feel when his critical moment in an event is treated as comic by the hearers? We all need somebody. We all at a point in life need somebody to talk to, show us empathy and sympathize with us in our weakest moments. Probably both the young and old will need to take a break and give it a second thought to know the kind of world they are building now and for the future generation. It shouldn’t be surprising to know that the current spiraling of suicide cases among the youth is a product of the proliferation of meme. The sound of the hatching voice of meme sharers are like “it is just for fun.” Truly it is just for fun, but at the end of the day, someone goes to bed with a lot of bitterness in heart. I guess that can’t be part of your worries? You are just living your life.
It should not be surprising that the old no longer gets any iota of respect from the young. Season upon season, the old keeps on howling the “meme-ing” response of the young. The old should have kept their feet on the voyage of positive tradition transferred to them by the toils of their generational thinking parents. Instead of the young following the foot prints of the old, it seems the old has resorted to taking the prints of the young rather. On our television and radio programs, we see nodes of comments that are supposed to evolve into positive and progressive communication, turn into poking responses. We watch and laugh, forgetting that our tradition of caring for each other, bonding and building each other up is being treated as pearls with pigs.
I wish to keep my dilemma to myself, but with these few out of head thoughts, one can see that the paradigm of shift in the African culture is destroying most human virtues by misleading helpers off the emotions of the weaker ones, filling people with bitterness and destroying positive and progressive communications.
The African tradition is crying!!!