Yes,  

It's me again.  

Here to speak for the voiceless.  

Here to speak for those too scared to say what’s on their mind.  

Here for the ones mentally stressed, emotionally drained,  

The ones breaking silently,  

Crushed beneath expectations.

This is a call,  

A warning.  

Maybe a plea.  

To parents.

African parents.

Nigerian parents especially

Please, watch your children.  

Not just their grades, but their minds.  

Not just their report cards, but their emotional health.

We’re in a season

Students writing exams, seeking admission.  

And every year, we hear the same stories

Of students breaking down,  

Of students ending it all.  

Why?  

Because of shame.  

Because of the pressure.  

Because of your words.

"Does he have two heads?"

"Jasper took first, why can’t you?"  

"Look at Mummy Ngozi’s son, studying medicine. And you? Music? Theatre Arts? You want to go and dance? Go and act?"

You say it’s motivation.  

You say it’ll push us.  

But it’s torture.  

Mental torture.  

You bury our dreams under comparisons.  

You crush our confidence under the weight of your pride.

It’s not encouragement. It’s harm.

Why compare one child’s path to another’s?  

Why force your child to study law  

Just because you did?  

Why drown their voice just to inflate your ego?

Folarin Falana, we know him as Falz the Bad Guy  

Studied law for his father,  

And later, he said to him,  

"I did it for you, not for me."

Parents,  

Are you listening?  

Your child is not your trophy.  

Your child is not your second chance at your own dreams.  

Your child is a person  

With passions, with pain, with potential  

That might not fit inside your vision of "doctor" or "engineer."

Don’t kill their spark just to shine in society.

Ask them:  

Are they good with their hands?  

Do they love business?  

Are they creative?  

Are they trying, failing, growing?  

Then build that.  

Nurture that.  

Be proud of that.

Because one day,  

When the pressure breaks them,  

When they walk away from the path you forced 

You’ll ask what went wrong.  

And the answer will echo back to the root.  

To the day you stopped listening.  

To the day your ego became louder than their dreams.

Let’s do better.  

Talk to your children.  

Not at them to them.  

Let’s raise children who are strong because they are seen,  

Not just successful because they are controlled.

Mental health matters.  

Passion matters.  

Dreams matter.

And so do your children.

"Not every child wants to be a doctor. And that's okay"