Terror as a weapon of teenage rebellion

I look into the eyes of this kid, this terrorist and I see myself, I see my brother, I see a kid. I try not to ask myself what I would see if he had been successful in his quest, I try to shield my mind from the ugliness of his intentions, from the misery his plans would have brought home to hundreds of people, hundred of innocent people mind you, this festive season. I find it hard to look at his picture on TV, I find myself changing the channel whenever he is story is on the tele, I am not sure why. It definitely is not out of sympathy for his cause, ideology or politics, I don’t know why or how he came about his convictions or why he was on that plane trying to trying to end his life and take others with him. My problem is that I just see a regular kid, a boy from privilege that somehow confused religion with politics. Nigerians might be a lot of things, but we are generally by definition not into terror, or terrorism or martyrdom or any of that ultra religious nonsense. Please do not take this to mean that we do not have overzealous zealots (the redundancy is deliberate) whose main goal in life is the hope of delivering “the unwashed” into the arms of the Lord or God by any name. It’s just that we mostly restrict our blood letting to murdering each other over tribal differences masquerading as religious riots. Nigerians love life, despite the wretchedness of our economy and the corrupt ineptitude of our leaders, we are generally a happy bunch, will party at the drop of a hat, make friends easily and are not loners or socially crippled “the world has done me wrong” types. Here comes this stupid kid from a wealthy father and all of a sudden I am confused, I ask myself “self, why would his boy do this?”, it makes no sense at all. Children of privilege are not supposed to subscribe to the seduction of religious fanatics’, religion is supposed to be the opium of the poor not the rich and bored. So what is the missing link? To use a Nigerian slang “na where this tori from develop K-leg?” I keep coming back to the same thing, is this some form of teenage rebellion? If it is not, then what is it?