It doesn’t take a genius to see that the myth we were sold as children is simply that; a myth. Being born in the 90’s was supposed to mean a ticket to easy life, bounder less living with privileges our forefathers won for us. The born free generation.
Where is the so-called freedom? The common mistake made is assuming that the 90’s generation is not affected by any of the changes in our country’s financial and social environment. We are. Every day we see the pain the country is suffering in silence.
Take the economy for example. The depreciated and floating kwacha means those looking to further their education with international courses either need to sit for fewer papers than they intended or break completely, which then translates into no job opportunities because who will employ someone without qualifications?
Now the supply of maize. We are importing from Zambia, it’s unavailable in our Admarc depots, meaning the price of maize is almost exorbitant, if not already is for many. For the 90’s generation this means a steady priority check. Food or fees? For those working this means now you have to consider supporting families financially on top of oneself, when the cost of living is already high.
Some would say this generation is selfish and needs to know how it feels to struggle to make it so we mature. The common phrase used is “the struggle is real”. I beg to differ. Why not give us an environment with all the right factors in it then ask us to fend for ourselves. We are thrown out into the world in a country that is less than ideal and then judged weak when we fail to cope. Where is the logic or fairness in that? No wonder there has been a decline in the moral structure of the society.
And we are called the born-free generation. Where is the freedom? The chains of poverty, the bonds of economic limitation, and the dependence on international support are all around us. We aren’t free to decide what we want to do with our lives; we have to find a steady source of income. We aren’t free to choose which international institution to further our studies with or even work with; we have to consider how well our currency is trading before stepping into such fields. We aren’t free.
Freedom is a state of mind someone once said. Is it? When your mind is flooded with problems and concerns that you normally wouldn’t have considered but the situation on the ground has corrupted your peace. When you have to constantly check the environment of your country before you make any decision. We aren’t free.
Yet one has to appreciate the twisted beauty of it all. The 90’s generation is actually learning a lot from what is happening. Those fortunate to know that is. Assuming that everyone shares the same opinion would be a destructive supposition. The give and take of our leaders is a never ending source of knowledge if one knows how to assimilate it. It’s almost poetic.