When I was born on Tuesday, March 24, 1970, I was a child of promise like Isaac.

I was born to my father, Alfred Ayininuola AKINLAMI, few years into the second half of his life, after years of waiting and trials.

Though I was a child of promise, I was not born into a promising or promised land, equipped to bring out all of God’s limitless deposit of potentials in me.

My parents were left all alone in discovering my abilities and fashioning out the channel of bringing out my potentials and the best of the same for my benefits and that of the family and the society at large.

But alas, those who raised me were afflicted with colloasal ignorance as to the fact that I carried in me the force of human ingenuity, which responds to nothing but NURTURE, deployed through a well articulated plan. That plan is drawn by and executed by 4 institutions, Family, Community, State and International Community.

The existence of my darling parents were not only abused but attacked by the society, which neither PREPARED nor SUPPORTED them for the onerous responsibility of TOTAL CHILDHOOD MANAGEMENT.

Can parents, whose existence are abused produce unabused children? You know the answer, my friends.

On Thursday, at a program organised by Mrs. Kemi Williams, I had the privilege of speaking to over 100 girls from my kind of background. The children of the hewers of wood and drawers of water, the hoi polloi and I remember MY HISTORY (and my inherent and many struggles today) and I fear that my history is already repeating itself in these young ones.

These ones, who need all the direction in life are ‘lonelies.’ Their primary parents who are to give them direction in life are not only clueless but are lost in the rat race of living in a retrogressive Third World environment, where you are on your own.

But as I told them, their case is still better. 13.5 million Nigerian children are out of school. 46 million were disabled from formal education by COVID-19.

Today I am emotional and I rest my case here, asking, will the day ever come when Nigeria will be worthy of her precious children?

This is Nigeria, we make MONSTERS for a living.

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