A special message for the parents & parents-to-be

Ankal,

I got this from a friend and I think is worth sharing with others too. Honory
This is a poem by a Green Hill Academy Student.

‘A special message for the parents & parents-to-be.’

Children are a photocopy of their parents's character
You are the hydro power dams from which they
Can tap the power of living light.

But if the dams are empty of values, and the water levels are too low,What will they tap? Only darkness.

Many parents are suffering from T.B, Too Busy!

Yes, the cost of living is high, but ,the cost of loving is affordable.
There’s God to help you.

Each child is a goldmine and it’s the parents to mine the gold out of them
Sarcastically, there are parents who see their children as a form of tax;
Tax on their time, tax on their comfort and tax on their freedom
And immediately send them to boarding school even in nursery,
So as to evade these taxes.

Remember, children are like the Global Fund, a gift and a donor fund from God,
You will have to provide full accountability for their use or mismanagement,
You shall be audited

The home is the first classroom in which a child sits.
But unfortunately, the teachers i.e. the parents, have absconded from duty
And if you ask them, they will tell you,To them, TV is their daddy, they see him everyday
The radio is their mummy; she talks to them whenever they want
Parents, these are your children and, have boarded the wrong taxis,to the Northern bypass of destruction

Physically, they maybe in University, but mentally, they are in kindergarten
With their minds still wrapped up in nappies.
Don’t just be the head of the home but head the home

Forget not, PARENT means;
P – Personal Friend,
A – Available,
R – Responsible,

E - Encourages
N – Nurtures and
T – Teaches


Now is the time for IDPs (Internally Displaced Parents) to return home,So that the reconstruction of the family can begin.
There are parents who are living in camps of bondage called bars;
Extramarital affairs, cross generational rapports…..
They need to come home for the family is under attack

Many homes used to be like Celtel, Making Life Better,But now, they have become like Baghdad,daily explosions of verbal artillery,All this detonated by marital conflicts!

You the parents, have become suicide bombers, blowing up our future
When we see daddy approaching, ‘black mamba is about to strike’ We take cover as he comes heavily armed with words of mass destruction.

Other parents are like UMEME, they load shed their time for their children,Even up to one week and the kids end up in a black out of values.
The lucky ones survive if they have friends, who act as generators, providing insufficient power

The parliament and cabinet are the brain of the government
But the family is the foot of the nation.
When it fails to stand, the nation falls
Parents, have time for your children.

Say, ‘NEVER AGAIN’