Letter to the youth: Try Something different

 Try something different

When dawn breaks, the birds sing, and the cock crows. As the sun rises, homes awaken, and people savor in its warm glow. The day unfolds with men gathering under shaded trees, playing cards and dominoes until the shadows fall. As night descends, the moon watches over the trees, and people retire to their beds, lost in slumber. And the cycle repeats.

Try something different.

As sunset approaches, a self-proclaimed leader's eyes widen with greed, clutching bundles of cash. Meanwhile, the people he leads beg for scraps, their children crying from empty stomachs. Desperate mothers forage for food among thorns and bushes. The cycle repeats.

Try something different.

Every evening, the news headlines scream of abducted children, raided cattle, and senseless killings. Unknown gunmen wreak mayhem, leaving destruction and death in their wake. But let's be real – there's no such thing as an "unknown gunman." There are only civilians driven mad by the sweet promises of their masters, who fill their mouths with honey and their hearts with bloodlust.

Try something different.

The sun sets, casting a sad shadow over the world. Each sunrise brings mournful days, and every sunset brings worrisome nights. Wars, massacres, and tribal conflicts perpetuate a cycle of violence. But we must break free.

Try something different.

©® MZEE MACH