Unwillingly a Millennial🙊

It dawned on me recently…. As I was wandering in my mind of the horrors I could do. I felt like a mutant! I was watching a movie on my laptop, texting back a friend with my left hand, listening to music by one earphone while eating using my right hand. I’ve noticed that this habit only came up after a preacher describing millenials. Dennis Ssempebwa talked about his son, who was playing music via one ear phone, doing homework by his hand, spinning a pen on the other whilst his son’s TV was on so loud as the news were being read. Dennis says he felt like his son wasn’t paying attention to any word he’d said. In anger he lifted him out his chair and asked him what he had been saying…Shockingly, his son told him everything he’d said, exactly as he had. Dennis’ eyes nearly popped out their sockets, he wondered whether this was really his son or not.

So they’ve named us millenials! Cool! But this shouldn’t draw walls between our parents. Last Sunday, mom got all of us to sing some hymns. Me, a daring singer, started twisting the hymns, so so much. My lips I could say, were vibrating like Whitney Houston… Do you know those things Black Americans do in their churches?…Yes, that’s what I did, and my siblings were cheering me so loudly. I opened my eyes, mom’s face was purple…”Why are you creating your own version?” She spluttered…”I was just tryna own it mom!”

“Mom let him be..” My siblings giggled. “We loved it,” “Yeah, and if both of you came to school and sang that hymn, we’d cheer for Simon who did the pentatonix-ish way—” “Sorry mom..” I didn’t change the song that much, I was indeed creating a simple version, that didn’t make it so automatic for the audience. The breaks, the echoes I invented, kept my siblings expectant and desiring joyfully for the next verse, wishing they knew how I was inventing the crazy vibe so that in the end, peradventure, they could sing along.

Dear Moms, Dads, and others from the 60s & 70s & 80s, the ‘millenials’ have grown being exposed to your stuff. They know so much about you they don’t feel like they’ve lived. A rebellion is ignited when you don’t let them expose who they are, in turn, to you. Give them a chance to express what they feel inside. If not, you may never, ever, ever…know them, or connect so well with them. When you find them multitasking like I and Dennis’ son, don’t choke who they are. (And trust me I know there’s a time for everything, but this is not about reinforcing that, This is about marrying the generation X and us)  Me telling you this is to let you know how we tend to act. Most of those who arrived earlier curse us saying we are bad mannered, and this affects us psychologically. Dennis, having seen what his son could do that day, made him conclude, “Wow…this generation is genius. These kids are alright. I’m looking forward to working with them!”

I pray people allover, could conclude the same. This would destroy the war going on between two kinds of generations by 89%.