
It used to be that the offspring are just offshoots of adults, brought to the world to replace the labour force once the elders become unproductive, withering to the test of time and elements of Nature. The juniors will learn using their God-given senses to develop themselves by the time their bodies show signs of going into adulthood. There was no need to spend any time to appreciate childhood, to learn and mould their later character and vocation. Life was simple. You just be grateful to your parents for helping you to survive through childhood and continue the family business. No need to think too hard. You just live for the family and the community you show your allegiance.
Somewhere along the way, things changed. One generation decided to play Mr Nice Guy to all sides. They kowtow to the demands of the elders and play dance monkey to their children. That just shook the balance.

But still, against all these odds, some amongst us, like the lucky gamete that managed to fertilise that solitary ovum in an environment that is so cruel, have their inner eyes peeled opened to have an inner realisation of what need to be done to survive and come out smelling of roses. That itself is an enigma. It is just so easy to slip-slide into oblivion.
This award winning all black film with an Oscar to show is a coming-of-age story of a young boy as he grows without a father figure, living with a junkie mother and an equally hostile school environment teeming with bullies and name-calling peers. It is a heart-wrenching account of the journey of this boy who discovers himself, love, sexuality, friendship and the baggage of family. A good watch, from the play 'In Moonlight, Black Boys Look Blue'.
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