May 26, 2010 11:31PM
It’s that day again. We shall gather the children in their ironed uniforms and have them march in the sun before some pot bellied official whose children are in colleges abroad. He arrives late and is naturally in a hurry to leave. So the children who have been waiting have to be yanked off the floor and hurriedly shoved into queues to perform the annual ritual.
It’s that day again. The man reads yet another beautiful speech prepared by a smart assistant. He doesn’t know what he is reading. He doesn’t care. But his babble is punctuated by applause from the little audience of teachers and students. He talks about the history of Children’s Day and quotes many United Nations declarations. He talks about rights. He talks about the Child Rights Act. He doesn’t know what it means.
The man’s wife has an all-important function to attend that day. She will be visiting an orphanage. Her entourage is more than the children in the home. The newsmen are there snapping and rolling. Her Excellency is so generous. She comes with two bags of rice and a couple of finger length yams. The cloth on her body is worth much more than the items of her generosity.
It’s that day again. Some groups of well-fed children are flown from the corners of the country to Abuja. Their mission is to discuss the ‘Problems of the Nigerian Child’. This is a boring assignment for them. They would rather be in an amusement park riding on a cable car or climbing monster castles. But they have a consolation. They will appear on national television. Mummy and Daddy will be proud of them. Their schoolmates will see them.
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Special Column for Nigerian Children on the Celebration of the Childrens Day. Click on the above link and read on.