Our parents are always on about when they were growing up, “In the olden days we used to respect our mothers and fathers and our elders but most of all we used to respect our culture.” These are values which I can’t see or identify with today, because somewhere between the uprising, the revolution, the blood shed and tears, between freedom and reformation, someone dropped the baton. Our culture hasn’t slowly withered out of our way of life like the seamless transition between day and night. We willingly let it happen, we let our culture lose meaning and its place in the home and we became castaways in the world. We lost what made us who we were and became hollow reflections of something that used to be beautiful.
Now we are scavenging through life, seeking to pick up the few remnants of a culture we have only heard of. We are taking back what was never given to us, trying to silence this question for the next generation…
(Picture by Philip Blenkinsop)
1 comment:
I always believe that culture is what we live in. Time changed, era changed, people changed...but I think culture lives in us. Its born with us the minute we take our first breath when we arrive to this world, GOD borrowed to us. Culture is something that we need to practise. Culture is something that we need to believe in. If we allow it slip away with time change, then....I'm sad.
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