REFLECTION 

Look all around you, pay close attention
Aren't the people deeply engulfed, self-absorbed and detached?
Aren't the masses choosing intentionally to be oblivious? Or is just me? 
Listen closely and observe with hindsight
As people scroll through life seeking the next social media high,
Chasing endless trends while they constantly live... Life in Dopamine Hops.

"Don’t Talk to Me Till You Find Them”
—A Satirical Cry by Thought Leader Ndali

I was wondering, where have the noble men and women gone?
Did they happen evaporate with the morning yawn?
Where were they last seen with virtue in hand,
Or were they swallowed whole by shifting sand? 
Can someone, anyone, answer me, please? Anyone? 

Where are the creatives, the muses, the visible impact of cultural renaissance, the noble poets and artists, that paint  colours with the gift of their words. 
Where are the poets whose spoken words bring things that be not into existence and calms the raging storm while simultaneously painting the colours of the wind - with a paint brush in the rare shape of the words of their mouth? 
Please, Please, Don’t talk to me till you find them! 

Where are the nurtured ones? The ones who held doors and said "God bless when you sneeze." The ones who gave up their seats to elders and greeted respectively at dawn?

Where are the pure nobles? 
Not those with filters, followers, flair,
But those who actually... genuinely care.

Where have the noble men and women gone - I LOOK AROUND NOW, AND THEY SEEM TO HAVE DISAPPEARED 

Morality now wears designer shades,
Integrity’s gone on long-term break.
We trade our conscience for clout and likes,
While humanity rides scooters through moral strikes. With individuals who would rather hold their phones than save lives while recording drowning casualties!

Innovative thinking is now sold in bulk,
Packaged in pixels, repackaged as pulp. Garbage in, Garbage out!!!
But true minds still burn. It burns through the storm and the pain,
Sketching solutions by candle and rain.

I dare ask again, seeing as we currently live in a world easily distracted by semantics- mere thrills and noise that lack depth, rhythm and volume.

I ask, because I am puzzled. When did honour become "old school"?
When did wisdom stop being cool? When did self control, respect, kindness and humanity become old?

We raise our children on TikTok trends,
Yet can’t explain how real love ends.
Generational gaps like Wi-Fi drops,
We scroll through life in dopamine hops.

So tell me—where are the elders with eyes like flame,
Who mentored with silence, not thirst for fame?
Where’s the village that raised the child,
Not this digital jungle, loose and wild?

The thunder claps, the rooftops groan,
But still one muse works all alone.
In the still of night, while others sleep,
She crafts ideals the world must keep.

Not for likes or viral praise,
But for a brighter, truer phase.
Alongside her, another thinker rises,
A visionary cloaked in no disguises.

We cry “authenticity,” yet wear ten masks!
“Truth-tellers” now duck the simplest asks.
Where are the humans, not brand extensions?
Who act with heart, not just good intentions?

Please, do not talk to me till you find them.
Those whose words stood tall like anthems. The ones who held their value high with integrity and honour! 
Not just "boss babes" and "alpha kings,"
But people with souls, and a conscience that are not dazzled by glittering generalities and shiny objects.

At las, let us not mourn what we can still revive,
Light a candle, keep ideals alive.
And maybe—just maybe—we’ll start to see,
The nobility we all ought to be.

Again, I ask... Where have the noble men and women gone?

DO NOT TALK TO ME, TILL YOU FIND THEM!

Don’t Talk to Me Till You Find Them”
—A Satirical Cry by Thought Leader Ndali