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PASS THE TRUTH TO THE NEXT GENERATION;TEACH THEM EARLY WHAT WE LEARN LATE

I bet we all know the Amazon desert, it was once called the Amazon rainforest with millions of trees fresh, green and encumbered with all the beauty of nature. But now its turned to a desert.
Over 50% of the trees of the world has been destroyed/used in the last 100 years, and you did u know what they use it for?...for this💵💴...paper currency, naira, dollars, euros...
Recently the scientist says that the ozone layer is fast depreciating, so therefore we are experiencing global warming, but I call it global burning.
You see carbon monoxide (Co) which are the smokes from our industries, cars, generators, bush burning; they all go straight to the sky, each looking for an atom of oxygen from the ozone layer to combine with so as to become carbon dioxide (Co2)...By this reason the ozone layer has been depreciating swiftly, now we have very little ozone to cover the radiance of the sun. Now the sun is getting hotter and hotter on us that its radiance is causing mutation on the human cell, the genetic codes are been interfered; the Guanine,Thymine are get  mutated, due to that we keep having abnormal children in our generation! Abnormal things keep happening, whereas we are meant to be the custodian of this earth and pass it over to the next generation. But, what are passing over? Is it the world that we ourselves feel unsafe in it? Earthquake, hurricanes, Wars, floods, we have even poisoned the water that we can't even swim in them.
We are causing ourselves pain and degradation yet we have the nerves to call this progress, improvement and civilization.
We are blinded by the fact that technology has given us  what we wanted; but at the same time stolen what we really need.
We feel its fun to chat and connect online but little did we know that even our phone's screen and laptop's keyboard is dirtier than our toilet seats. It sounds funny but True!
We surf about entertainment and little did we care about our health. Like the prodigal son; fun and entertainment has blinded us from necessity and Truth
We are humans,homo sapiens, meant to explore and not to exploit, meant to ponder and not to wander, to wonder how  to move our world up yonder but all we do is plunder.
We are gradually ripping off our nature, gradually bringing the human race to an extinction so ironically funny we human are wiping out ourselves from what we've built ourselves.
The people of the world has grown so myopic that they prefer 5 minute fame to a lifetime full of purpose and meaning. Because right now, what's trending is more important than what's right.
But the amnesia diseases hasn't affected everyone, I believe like me, not every one is in the slumber, to *pass the truth to the next generation;to teach them early, what we learn late*. Peace!


*#penspeaks #*...✍🏽

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