“Bayo read” when you get to the University, there’s so much time to flex, to party; don’t worry” is that not what we’re all told when were younger? Was it not the anticipation of futuristic enjoyment and peace that spurred us on to strive, to read, to struggle?
Now some of us are now twenty, some forty, some fifty; even some are approaching eighty. Have we now stopped striving?
Have we now become satiable? Man, being who he is, is always toiling. Even till our knees become weak; when we can barely see anymore, when we are riddled to a chair, we keep toiling endlessly
The thing that drives most people is the panic of Growing Older; no one wants to be outdone by the other. That panic of growing older is what makes people to say;
“Mi o gbodo yo ni setting”( I must identify with my peers)
When then will this panic stop? Perhaps in the grave? When will the anxiety of growing older abate? When we’re no more?
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