B-Log

Have we once and for all turned to a future in which what matters is just what we do, and not who we are? Are we taking our learning as merely a ground for preparing ourselves to a career- determined future? Will the benchmarks of correctness and professionalism steer us away into a world where we will live rest of the lives in three piece suits with ever turned on smiles? Will the only concerns of our young who frequent institutions of higher education will be to act and to talk in a way that they will look right as per the employability manual? Will the fear of not being employed , not selected for the prospective job, hurt them into a kind of docility and domesticity which is equivalent to a premature maturity that denies adventure and promotes only ventures? What provokes these questions are the career fixation and apoliticisation which are increasingly becoming quietly acceptable in our campuses. In a number of ways, it is becoming clear that Generation Y is taking o

I have never had the whole traffic blocked so that me, my vehicle, can pass. I have never had my document altered so that I can claim to posses a pice of land which I. Fact belongs to the government. I have never kick backs for doing what I should do as a natural part of my responsibility. None buttered my fingers and made me sing on the line so that a company can make profits. I never looked the other way and claimed the stink doesn't exist when a whole town was corrupted because of the pollution of the city. I never looked the other way when the commerce of a holy city impressed up on me tang I should have more faith in the moolah than the mankind. I never denied what every dog on the road knows when naked political murders happen. I never denied when naked community inspired violence occurs. I never sought shelter under the mask of propriety and expedience, after doing what is plain dirty. I never sought an entry into a committee on the sheer weight of the colour of my poli