It has been an interesting season of serious awakening in Kenya, a time of confusion by powers that be, a week of little birds flying out of their nests; a week of removing respect where it is not due and giving respect where it is due.
I belong to generation-X, the one notorious for sitting on its high horses and looking down on other generations, especially the one they birthed - generation-Z. To us, they are the spoilt generation with little hope of survival, and forget the little fact that by labelling them as spoilt, we are admitting to failure of good parenthood.