Snapshots: It is the old who are tearing the moral fabric

The old of today are so wrapped up in themselves that they forget to pass wisdom and life lessons to the youth. Photo:NYPost

The tragedy of today’s generation is that they will grow up without interacting with a proper African elder, you know, villagers who have chewed so much salt that the stuff dribbles out of their ears.

I am talking about a grizzled man or woman who walks around with the scents of Africa, feet cracked, hands calloused by years of hard work. Their rheumy eyes projected the cynicism that comes with observing African nonsense and they wore their wisps of white hair and wrinkled faces like a badge of honour. Honour, yes. Because it meant something to be old.