15/05/2025
THE SEEDS WE SOW
In homes where love is loud but truth is quiet,
Where "yes" is always spoken, and "no" starts a riot,
Where children are crowned before they crawl,
And never taught how pride can make you fall.
We raise them high,
But forget to teach them how to stand.
We fill their hands with everything,
Yet never teach the work of hands.
Entitled hearts grow without restraint,
Fed on praise, yet starved of strength.
They crave the world but can’t face a storm,
Fragile minds in a world so worn.
What we call love, when unchecked, becomes a trap,
A poisoned gift wrapped in golden wrap.
They learn to take, but not to give,
To want, but not to truly live.
And so they wander, empty inside,
Chasing applause, yet lost in pride.
No purpose, no roots, just echoes of “me,”
A crisis of self, a lost identity.
Entitlement births more than arrogance,
It gives rise to anxiety, depression, narcissism, addiction to drugs and substances,
Poor coping, rage, emotional fragility,
The inability to fail, to wait, to see.
In schools, they demand without effort,
Expecting care, love, and respect unearned.
They challenge authority, defy correction,
Making teaching a battlefield of silent rejection.
Teachers are emotionally drained,
Some walk away from high-profile schools in pain.
Discipline is met with parental backlash, “Apologize to my child, we pay you in cash.”
So who teaches them that life doesn’t kneel?
That love is earned, and effort is real?
When the world denies them what home supplied,
They spiral into depression, into addiction, into antisocial tides.
Some choose su***de, some choose rage,
Some turn on others in a fit of displaced hate.
All because they were never told “no,”
Never taught how to rise from below.
Never shown that struggle grows strength,
That love has limits, that respect has length.
Parents, wake up, while there’s still time.
Discipline is love, boundaries are kind.
Raise children who can walk alone,
Who know that pain is how we’ve grown.
Don’t buy their silence with gifts and gold,
Be present. Be real. Be firm. Be bold.
For the world won’t pamper your kids,
It tests, it breaks, it refines.
Let us sow seeds that stand the wind,
Children of purpose, not of pride.
Who know their worth, not by what they own,
But by what they build, how much they’ve grown.
For God and my country,
NIWENYESIGA M. JUDITH,
MENTAL HEALTH ADVOCATE, SURVIVOR,
PSYCHOTHERAPIST AND CEO PAX MENTAL
HEALTH CARE UG.