Years ago, I rode in a car with a young woman in her early 20s together with her mother. As we rode along, the girl, who also happened to be an only child, went ahead to reminisce how her mother used to pick her up from school everyday in an old 1980s Mazda and how she was embarrassed by it given most of her other school mates where picked up in fancier cars. He mother bashfully chuckled away as I listened with a plastic smirk on my face.
The girl went on to recall how she once had her mother take her on vacation to the United States of America, a thing she did after incessant persuasion from her only daughter. The girl expressed malcontent on how she had to wait so long in the airport lobby and how short of a trip the holiday was. Again, her mother chuckled away as she drove. This girl should be clocking 30 now and probably has nothing to show for 3 decades of living in entitlement.
I grew up in Eastlands Nairobi, many of us did not have the privilege of holidays let alone those to other countries. Few people in our neighbourhood had cars. My older sister, for example, rode a public bus (not school bus) to school from the time she was in class 3 (9 years old); today we have people 3 times that age unable to take responsibility for their lives because of a false sense of entitlement.
There are typically 2 kinds of parents in this world – those who spoil their children and those that mentor their children to take responsibility for their actions. Likewise, any adult over 18 years of age has a choice in life – to work hard and take responsibility for their actions or to constantly complain and blame everyone else for their shortcomings.
I have no time for the latter.