Importance of sex education for teenagers
- Youngsters risk their lives when they remain unaware of sex.
- Sex education will expose them to their sexual expression.
- It will protect them from unwanted pregnancies and STDs.
- Intensive training can prevent the prevalence of unauthentic sexual information.
The age of modernization and progress has virtually opened a Pandora’s Box of opportunities and choices for the youth today. This makes the need for sex education among the youth necessary. The youngsters are unpredictable and the risk-taking streak makes them more vulnerable.
As far as sex education for youth is concerned, one does see an obvious increase in unwanted teen pregnancies, miscarriages, abortions and spread of STDs. This statistical evidence also proves how unaware the youth are in terms of risking their lives. The precautionary measure is the need of the hour. One must know how to tackle the restlessness of the youth and channelize their energies to a more meaningful direction. Sex education will also expose them to their gender identity, family responsibility, body images, sexual expression, intimacy, and the marriage relationship.
Imparting sex education to teenagers
- Introducing sex education in the school curriculum. This might be implemented in private and government schools with a carefully knitted syllabus covering all the aspects of sex education for youth.
- Various risky behaviors among youth, such as forced sex, indulging in pornography, physical abuse can lead to early pregnancies. This should form the vital part of the curriculum helping the youth to understand the unethical and inhuman aspect of such behaviors.
- It should also provide the knowledge of contraceptives and the difference between various contraception methods, such as morning pills, contraceptives, condoms and finally abortion. This should also include the time duration for taking these precautions. Many girls from varied age groups do not have access to this information and give birth to stillborn babies or even encounter death.
- Colleges and schools can hold debates and discussions on the importance of sex education and sensitize teachers and students.
- A major section of the Indian society lives below the poverty line, therefore, in order to attract the attention of this social stratum, alternate methods of education must be approached. Film screenings and visual media showing the intensity of STDs and life-taking diseases are a few suggestions. Apart from that, free health camps should also be set up those supply condoms and regular health checkups for the underprivileged.
- Make the youth understand, through intensive training programmes, the importance of self-worth. Random sexual acts can cause irreparable damage to the human body. Every individual should learn to understand the worth of life.
- Another important point within sex education is to teach the youth about personal hygiene.
- The youth must not allow the generation gap they have with their parents to come in the way. Consultation with parents, guardians or trusted authorities can be the best way to put one’s anxieties to rest.
- Prejudice and biases prevent one from understanding the importance of sex education. Every youth must undertake this venture as a responsibility and not just as a curriculum.
Life of a Lagos Single Sister (Endless Search)
Life of a Lagos Single Sister
Fast forward tertiary education and boom! Life happened! Like an unprepared Contestant at a beauty Pageant, you find yourself single and confused.
Everyone appears to be making it, while you barely exist. Everyone applauds your youth but that seems to be your only major achievement- young graduate.
‘You are young and bright. You have the energy, time and resources at your disposal. Give life your best…’- This and many more, they tell you but you are tired of such sermons.
You reach out to people, those you think can help but rather than highlight pointers for you, they make life a whole lot difficult-
‘Ah, my dear, this life is not easy o. You have to fight to win. Just keep doing the ‘right things’, I trust you. You’ll Make it.’
You are not too excited because that was not why you reached out in the first place.
Well, it is what it is. You try to be rational and explain away the responses you got. You tell yourself-
‘Uncle tszhhytbhytne probably has a lot on his mind. He is probably too busy. I shouldn’t blame him.’
You are back to your initial search and struggle for your life’s essence. You invest in your mental development and work yourself out.
You want to be self made – or so you think. You work, work and work some more.
It’s 10:00pm and you are still on your way home. It has become a daily routine. You are tired but you know you mustn’t give up. You reminisce on your days activities and you are not satisfied with all you had achieved.
You sigh, it’s another night. You promise yourself to push yourself harder the next day.
You close your eyes. You soak in your environment and breathe- You never cease to Breathe…
‘This too shall pass,
This too shall pass,
This too shall pass…’
This has become your life- Yes, you- the Lagos Single Sister…
Your love, now and always
Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi
All stories do come to an end.
And so has FIREBURST.
The 3 weeks long duel which kicked started with 16 writers have pulled the curtain with one champion emerging tops.
A hearty congrats to Mercy Adeniyi for an admirable performance.
We also congratulate all other participants
Coxson Ibinabo Benedicta, Sonia Ayisa, Amara Chidinma Ezediniru, Vicky Bon Uzuazor, Adebisi Temidayo, Innocent Chikweremundu, Mazi Chikelu Chino, Raphael Francis, Chinedu Nzere, Azubogu Ogochukwu, Ahanonu Christian, Adekunle Adeniyi, Ayomipo Ademilusi, Choolwe Writes.
You are all winners.
Gratitude to the impartial judges: Robert Cook(U.S.A), Gloria Ogo(NIGERIA), Ikechukwu Ndibe(NIGERIA)
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THE FINAL DUEL
THE FINAL DUEL
For a battle which began with 16 players, today these two pen wielders will draw the curtain with the most rugged of all in the streets.
Let the best lady or man WIN with your votes
A 400-word story …based off the picture below and titled: Through her eyes
The RULES are easy
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Through Her Eyes…
‘You are despicable, devilish and I curse the day I met you!. I’ve known no peace ever since you came into my life! It’s trouble today and unrest tomorrow! I pray you rot in hell because that’s where the likes of you deserve to live for the rest of your miserable life!.’
He stormed out of the room, angry.
If only he knew why his wife acted the way she did. But how would he? How could anyone see Jasmine for who she was? Everyone was eager to judge but no one was willing to wear the shoes of another.
It is he who wears the shoes that know where it hurts the most. They didn’t care to know and the more she tried to show them, the more they caused her to drown. She had to leave. She picked a few things in the house and walked away from everything she hangs on to for strength. She had to let go…
Jade couldn’t believe his eyes when he got back home. Jasmine left the house with no message or notice of her whereabouts. This lady had messed up his life already, why did she want to hurt him again this night by leaving without a word as to where? Well, she’ll come back to her senses and come back home.
Three days and nothing was heard from Jasmine, she didn’t come back. Jade began to lose it. The police got involved and the search for Jasmine began.
Jade regretted his actions. He had constantly abused his wife emotionally. He thought to exert himself and showing her he was the boss was making a statement as the head of the home. For five years, he berated his wife – the supposed love of his life. Over time, he became the god in the home, while she was nothing but an object- a piece of property. But now, things were changing and he was willing to trade anything just to have her back.
On the fourth day of the search, he was arranging Jasmine’s room when he stumbled on a collection of books – Jasmine’s diary. His discovery was going to change his perspective and he was going to regret treating his wife the way he did.
He saw what life was for his wife for the very first time through her diary.
The discovery killed him…
Through Her Eyes…
1. In your face, I see an epiphany, though the wrinkles are deep. In your eyes that were once a dome of exuberant flashes, are flickers; they fly and flounder. Because they have seen the colour of broken dreams; because they know the bite of salted tears.
You are Mama, whenever I become afraid, I raise a lamp to your face and through your aged eyes, I see love.
2. ‘Nwanyi Crayfish!’
It made me cringe. To know that you would return every day with the smell of crayfish filling the little spaces of our impoverished room. It filled me with dread to hear my teacher say, ‘Nnanna, your mother is coming.’
And I carried this shame to the university. The day you came knocking at Lemon lodge, probably with ukwa and Mangala (my favourite). I took the other door and left you in the rain. Because I was afraid that my mates would know, that the boy who wore elegant suits and spoke impeccable English was the ordinary son of an ordinary crayfish seller.
3. ‘Everyday one wrapper, tufiakwa’
I never knew how deep those words cut you but I said them. I remember. I remember that you stood still for a minute and then ran into the house. I thought you went for a cane or something until I heard your cry, loud and spasmodic—the ululation of bitterness; it must have felt like losing a child.
4. ‘If papa was here’
I wish you had called me a fool the night I opened my shit eating mouth to say that. I was foolish not to see that you were the gentle river that ran deep.
I spent my eighteenth birthday inside the cell of CPS Onitsha.
I was in a cramped room, with other boys who smoked marijuana and some others who rolled dice for money. They came and bundled us into their Black Maria. I thought I would die.
But Mama came. They said that you made a bed with your wrapper and cried like a mad woman. They said that you rolled in the dirt and would go nowhere. They said that you were screaming, ‘I am a widow! He is the only thing I have left.’
So they let me go. That night you nursed my bruises with a piece of cloth and hot water. And I slept in your arms like a day old.
In your face, I see a web of silver yarns. Your skin is hanging loose and your back is bent. What is left of your gaunt frame is a bunch of bones stuck in an ebbing flesh.
But you are no longer the woman I despised. When I look through your eyes, the only thing I see is the spirit of a kindred, warm and luminous; full of the love that will remain long after you are gone.
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