From Brain Drain to Sperm Drain!

I was going for a bottle of beer yesterday when I stumbled on this unlikely couple of a young Lagos boy and an old white woman, I suddenly remembered the speech of a chairman of the occasion at a wedding I attended, last year, between an old German lady in her 60s and a young Nigerian boy who was definitely in his 20s. Just when I was wondering how absurd the union is the so called chairman of the occasion in his speech at the reception described the wedding as a union of “opportunity meets preparation”. I was shock-sprised at his apt description of this dubious union; this generation has totally degenerated such that we no longer know what is required for a marriage.

My fear is that while our African brains are being drained in medicine, academics et cetera the drainage has migrated to other parts of our body and now it is sperm drain. Either we choose to discuss it or not it is a new and thriving small-scale-tsunami that has stemmed from our economic woes and the desperation to seek survival in developed lands. If we do not seriously watch it by instilling values in our children in a couple of decades with the help of internet and our hopelessly failing economy our entire young male population would have been exported as either baby makers or sex slaves as I do know how else to explain a union of “opportunity meets preparation” between a woman of 60 and a lad of 20.

If not for the fact that I cannot infringe on anyone’s privacy and I also cannot say there are not some few cases of genuine love, I would have posted a recent and pathetic picture of such a wedding at Ikoyi Registry. I wish I had the resources to isolate a couple of these weddings and track them into the next few years, no doubt, some of them will turn out well but a larger number will not. I know from watching married folks that it takes more than a sexually frustrated old woman and a hungry young boy to make a marriage work.

I asked myself if I would do same given their circumstance my answer was a strong NO as I am a poet and a humble man I would have written my pains and hope that someone might pay me for it than opt for a hopeless journey with a woman I do not love, and then my worry shifted. While I was occupied by thoughts that my sister’s future-husband might get carried away by this drain—I asked myself if I would be happy to see my sister marry a man that could easily get carried away by ordinary drainage waters, I concluded that such a man does not deserve my sister. The comforting news is that many young men will not do it, so have no fear my sister an eligible and credible one will come your way soon, he will not be drained away so cheaply.