By ChicaMod Editor
The generation sired of the 80s has finally grown up, and is living life on the fast lane, biting into it with a large shovel.
We are finally able to work, to afford a house, perhaps a car. We can finally buy our own drinks! To many, that is the hallmark of growing up; being able to go out and not having to cling to one bottle of Black Ice the whole night, waiting for dawn to crack to take a matatu home. We can afford our cabs too. We can afford to spit in the face of dirty old men who leer at us from the pub corners, licking their lips, thinking they can take us home if they only buy us our next Black Ice.
Yes, Generation Y is finally all grown up now. You would think then that we are dying to conquer the world. That we absolutely cannot wait to skip across the borders and see what Zanzibar, Timbuktu, even Pretoria is about.
This is one of the things I find unbelievable. Nay, I find it impossibly unfathomable. That we would rather blow thousands and thousands on a fancy road trip out of town when the money spent could buy a ticket to Europe.
Why doesn’t it interest us one least bit to go check out the nightlife of Tanzania? I mean, Berlin gets up to 10,000 party tourists from across Europe each weekend. Given, we don’t have the kind of resources that the Europeans do. Still, how many times shall we go to Nakuru and Naivasha before we realize that Kampala and Kigali are also viable options? Who even knows who the president of Burundi -a fellow East African nation- is? Come on, people.
photo credits: flightsaustralia.com.au
