Bottomline: varsity syllabus is filled with theories yet most employees demand for practical experience in their areas of specialization from young interns opting to subject them to unending days of volunteer work
I feel for the youth who have dreams of a heavenly future. Challenges at bay, hunger for direction and guidance but their is none to find. Raising their feet in an attempt to take a step not knowing how to avoid the quicksand of mistakes with its accompanying consequences that await irrational decisions.
Standing firm to condemn societal evils risking victimization. Despite the tough exterior provocative dressing and daring antics, remain uncertain, unsure, unknowledgeable ,sad and depressed. Wishing its just an assurance, what they are facing is a normal stage of development that we all must pass through to learn how to fit in the society, whereas still having to swallow the pills of a system they hardly have a grasp of.
Thanks to lady Justice Pauline Nyamweya who came to the rescue of comrades by ordering Moi University to pay fifty thousand shillings each to thirteen students for their exclusion in the August graduation list and they be added to the December list. Agreeably, this is a piece of cake, maybe even chocolate with extra sugar.
The risk
Whoever coined the saying “ the more things change the more they remain the same” must be a genius. In the shoe of every young person is a sing sing of “ NO JOBS OUT HERE” yet they innocently grind books for years with hopes of living a ‘life’. Did you hear it’s a changing world where technology has taken the lead opening more doors?
Funny how varsity syllabus is filled with theories yet most employees demand for practical experience in their areas of specialization from young interns opting to subject them to unending days of volunteer work. You’d agree with me that the early twenties isn’t a time to be hauled over the coals but to be offered a field for development of talents.
Even as a graduate’s face is filled with glee, he or she has the gait of a newly crowned prince, something sinister remains unsaid, yet deep down it tears them into pieces: that degree owner is a bankrupt, with debts from several loaning institutions. I bet you only knew of HELB loan, this tree has some roots stretching to Mr Tala, branches of Dr Branch, fruits called Fuliza and Mshwari . Worse still, the delighted faces of relatives only disguise the embarrassment of having to start demanding for their spent cash, being a happy occasion.
Unfortunately, years of study only lands one into a cage, getting a well paying job is a foremost priority in many , however it becomes unrealistic because the fruits end up paying debts, this being the key to poverty among the youth. Contrary mama mboga is a free human, free of depression, free of facing rebuff from friends, and free from daily pop up messages on phones of ‘pay me’ seeking to devour souls..
Statistics have shown that most of people in Credit Reference Bureau (CRB) are the youth. So instead of threats why don’t we get to the root cause bringing a borderline to this menace? Have parent’s abandoned their duties? Or is the government engaging in some fishy businesses with the lives of the youth?
Is it feasible to start saving early with a view of opting to venture into part-time employment while still young and energetic. It would be acknowledgeable if we gave the millennials a chance to do what they can do best.
