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20 August 2016


Babies of the 50’s.

My people say old age no dey hide, dat na proper truth.

For those of us who are blessed with good genes and still maintain our youthful looks, let’s thank God o!.  It isn’t easy, shey you know.

I’m  a baby of the early 50’s, that means I was born when things and people were very normal. Thank God that I was opportune to at least experience a better Naija in my life time.

I grew up in the garden city of Pitakwa, now known as Portharcout in Rivers state. I lived on Port Johnson to Ohafia Street in Gborokiri. Meeeen it was the good old days; I remember it like yesterday!

Every day was like a carnival in our house because my parents were always entertaining that I actually used to think that there were many Christmases in a year.

What sticks out in my mind the most was the love that my siblings and I shared with our parents.

Permit me to say it for all the early 50s babies, we are the blessed ones.


I come from a regular middle class family; our parents were not rich but they enjoyed a glowing reputation for integrity.

They never chased money.

We were loaded with an overdose of morals, values, principles and how to protect our golden name. We were warned that a good name was better than money. It still is, I can assure you.

Parents, those days, gave only love, nothing materialistic.


I remember our first TV, it was Black and White, even photos we took then were black and white. I still have a bunch of them, with many colourful memories looking at them.

Yes o, I am a baby of the 50’s; unique and understanding, because we are the last generation that listened to our parents and also the first to listen to our children.

Premium was placed more on morals and integrity than money and treachery.

As a growing playful kid, I had many friends and toys. No, we didn’t have Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, or yahoo yahoo: we had real friends and our parents knew who our friends were including their parents too.

We used to visit our friends’ homes unannounced and enjoyed food with them. We never had to call ahead to ask for their parents’ permission to visit their home. Oh, there was trust amongst us, people were kinder and more sincere. Our hearts and souls were truly happy because people genuinely loved. Hence we never required any insurance policy, we watched over one another in the true spirit of good neighborliness.

The 50’s babies are very awesome people, very special. Some of us are still alive, horrified by the stench of our environment today, and what our country has been changed to. Most of us are in hiding, shocked by the criminality of the now and the treachery of today, absolutely having no clue of what air permeates the atmosphere and what our once luscious, peaceful and rich environment has been turned to.

The bitter truth is….a few of us like me, are still frantically trying to make sense of the whole nonsense, building a bridge between old and new school; still trying to understand the mindset of this present generation who are all living on their ipads, android phones, Linda Ikeji’s blog and what have you. We are tying to catch up with the amount of information assessable to them.I am proud that I am a baby of the 50’s.


Our parents taught us values and qualities that maybe old-fashioned in the Nigeria of today, but I am grateful because these are the qualities that have become my bedrock and mantra in a system that honours thieves, riffraffs and yahoo-yahoo leaders.


Jesus is Lord.


I don talk my own sha!




7 Responses

    1. Tyarow

      Couldn’t agree with you more Joyous Joy, there’s goodness in living the moment with the present generation to the full brim with thankfulness to God. Aside from the decadence of the present in Nigerian society, I love the minuscule but positive individuals who strive to live their lives the best way they know how to.

  1. babe

    So where did the next-generation learn all these negative characters from. If nt from you wat de learn from they older generation bcos no child was born with bad or negative characters

    1. Dr Dave

      @Babe, I strongly agree with you.. I lived on what I ganered from my environment not what I derive myself. If I’m doing bad as a youngster, some one older than me must have lured me in and vice versa. Fela in the 70s was shouting, crying and singing about corruption and corrupted leaders. Most of them are still alive today still messing up the whole system. So @Mr Charly boy, if you’re seeing this, don’t blame a kid like us, we doing what we have to do just like our elders did/are doing. Most of us are not outrightly crooked or corrupt, its our environment. Afterall, an elder once told me, when you’re in Rome you behave like a Roman

  2. Tyarow

    Yours an enjoyable and refreshing piece, reminiscing a walk through of some of the golden age of Nigeria’s past. I’m a child of the late 50’s myself. Much as I love and cherish savouring my glimpse of the nostalgic experience of the late era, I also value the present for all its decadence. The point is every epoch period has its good and bad sides. The obvious difference is when the bad side outweighs the good ones. In the present Nigerian society there’s a disproportional decadence on the extreme negative side of things in general. It’s a shame we all have to live and bear with to some extent. That’s not saying we should give up so easily in our strive to do our own bit no matter how tad it may be. We can’t afford to give up on ourselves if only for the sake of our own children.

  3. Phoebe

    I didn’t live in the 50’s so I’m not going to dispute the fact that the 50’s was calmer and saner than present times. But i beg to differ! I refuse to believe that most children of the 50’s are “in hiding, shocked by the criminality of the now and the treachery of today…” Oga Charley, how far naaaau??? Are these not the same people that encourage many of the vices we see today? Maybe if no “children of the 50’s” flashed their wealth in the faces of little girls (girls young enough to be their granddaughters), maybe; just maybe aristo’ism won’t be an issue today. Maybe if all these potbellied men left we young girls alone and stuck to their wives, maybe the ideal family would be actualised. And just as babe pointed out, maybe if they set examples for we the younger generation, we would know that corruption and stealing are coterminous. Only a drunkard would think otherwise. Children watch and learn. We didn’t learn these things from heaven. To a large extent, the rate of modern decadence can be blamed on the generations before us who either indirectly taught us, or assumed self-righteousness while correcting. Why would i as a young girl want to listen to you as an older woman correcting me, say on my dressing, when i can read that your undertone is borne not out of love but some deluded sense of piety??? I might be on my device all day but have you stopped to consider how impactful technology has been to us as a society. Of course, thank God for social media, else i won’t be typing this long epistle. And we know human beings are fond of overdoing things, especially things that bring them pleasure, which explains why social media is this bastardised. But these early children aren’t left out. Its cool to see my friend’s 50/60 year old mother active on social media but can we deny that they use it any differently than we do??? I should just end here. If you would assert a position let it be that you yourself are perfect, are without a shade of doubt, clean.

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