My son, aged 30, patronizes me. He tells me about organic foods and carbon footprint and saving the planet.
He is European.
He doesn't realize the I did "all that" when I had the luxury of NOT being a parent to 3 kids. When I was a teenager in the 1980s I spoke down to my father, who had 5 children to feed.
I went on about healthy this and healthy that.
10 years later, poverty stricken with a lousy husband, with a toilet outside and a bucket for my children to bath in, I was grateful for food and wood and medicine.
I was 29 years old and no longer full of woke.
(As if generation z invented it. What a joke.)
I was a mum of 3 and living in a foreign country with a foreign husband. I couldn't speak the language and didn't have friends.
Food. Heat. Medicine.
That was my pyramid.
So many woke kids don't even know what Maslow's hierarchy of needs (pyramid) is.
The west is falling at a rapid rate.
I returned to Africa in 2022 after 30 years in Europe.
I don't want to freeze nor go hungry on the alter of wokeness. I didn't see a doctor since 2019 in the UK.
Came back to Africa, saw a doctor and discovered I have an autoimmune disease which is ravaging my body.
The doctors in the UK hid behind a screen for 2 years.
So much for western civilisation.
Fear riddles them.
Here in Africa we still talk to each other without a screen.
Here in Africa climate change isn't even a topic.
Food.
Heat.
Medicine.
Bringing up their children.
Dreaming of a future for them.
Well said young man.
May you bring some sense to European youngsters.