When you hit 20 years, you leave behind the roller-coaster that is the life of a teenager. You begin to glimpse what young adulthood is all about. Being 20 is like watching the sun rise. A dark shadow is cast into your childish life. A chapter is closed. A new dawn with responsibilities of adulthood comes, slowly at first then with staggering speed.
I’ve been told many times that I’m too mature for my age (hope that is a complement). But sometimes I think that is not true. Sometimes I think it’s our generation that has refused to grow up. Before you get your pitchforks and attack, hear me out. Look at our parents, at 20 most of them already had their firstborn. Those who made it to campus were studying and paying school fees for their siblings with their ‘boom’ money. That is the generation that went to Makerere University and became the scholars of our time. The likes of Ali Mazrui, the late Imbuga who we read about.