DOES EDUCATION MAKE US WISER THAN OUR PARENTS?

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As youths we act very funny towards our parents and elders once we are able to read and write, we think we know better than they do, even though some of these our parents are professors, yet we think we are wiser and smarter than them. The truth is there are some genetic variations that passes from our parents to us, no matter how wise we think we are, we can not be wiser than them, because these genes passes from them to us.

 Old age comes with wisdom and endurance, what our parents see while sitting down,  can not be seen  even when we are on treetop. Some of us have this amusing way of referring to our parents as old men. Don't mind old man, he thinks we are still in their days,  I am waiting for the old woman to go to bed before I will come over, I don't want her wahala.  We sometimes add  money to our tuition fee for us to get extra balance yet we  think they don't know.

The truth is they are aware of those tricks but because of the endurance old age comes with, they decide to endure as if they don't have an idea of what is going on, they know even before now that this is  part and parcel of old age.

As a youth what inspiration are you giving to your parents? Some of us keep giving our parents restless days and sleepless nights, we rub them smartly and physically, we have engaged in some unfair advantages despite the foundation they have laid   for us, we make them think of how folly it is, for them not eating everything they have while alive, because they know that we will extravagant everything rather than takeover from where they stopped. 

These parents of ours are done hunting in the bush of life, and they are about going home, all the effort they are making now is for our good, do not be the reason why they  will wear a mournful garment.

Support them intellectually and physically, don't extravagant their resources, and don't ever think you are wiser than them.

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