We begin as children,
Mature, leave our parent nest.
We give birth to our own children,
Who in turn grows up and continues when we rest.
This same process, has created in us, what we know as kindred.
Family circle…… this is by no means a sure miracle.
Family circle has been in existence for so long,
so automatic and with implacable regularity.
It has this binding structure, so strong,
that you can hardly detect its wrong.
Family circle…that focal point,
Upon which all generation has, and is built.
A temporary scheme of things that bears no guilt.
Family circle has been the tree,
upon which the human landscape is designed.
But today, dearly beloved, the case is different.
Today, family circles accelerates faster,
We tend to grow up sooner,
Leave home and marry sooner.
We tend to bear our own children sooner.
We now complete our parenthood more quickly,
we hurtle into tomorrow without minding the sorrows,
of a broken family circle.
ETSEREFE Goodluck Oghenerho.
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