Technology has come to stay. Each day, there is a new invention, discovery, and history being made. Technology helps us, no doubt, but we agree it is one aspect of life which must be blamed for backstabbing and the ever increasing scamming.
Now families live in houses but their mouths have turned into their mobile phones, their hugs gotten from their soft pillows, their eyes always filled by the face of television and many of their friends found online. Many jobs are done haphazardly because even if there is a ban of mobile phones at work certain workplaces, minds still think of what could be going on in the world of the internet.
Now hands and minds well vexed in technology have the most power to cheat. Before your thoughts will settle, someone somewhere in this world might have stripped you of all your money. How do you beat that? Has the world created for itself a Frankenstein’s Monster which will turn any day to eat us?
I think we were better off when we were bush men. At least after hunting and farming, we went to our homes to eyes ready to look at us and listen to how our days went. We could get comfort by hugging real humans who cared and not mouthless and feelingless pillows, we could sit together, walk together, admire the world together without our lives being run by machines which we kill ourselves to buy.
I need to ask you these questions; yes you the reader, when was the last time you truly had a chat with someone you care about without letting some form of toy technology interrupt? Can you go for days without it? What happens if you lose your mobile phone or your tablet or your computer? When humans call, do you run as fast as you would when your phones ring? When was the last time you went out looking at the beauty of the sky, using your eyes to hunt for birds in the sky or looking keenly at the colours of the leaves which grow?
Now earthenwares have turned into blenders and firewood have turned into stoves, lanterns have the better option of light, advices are sought from television or the internet etc…
Sometimes it hurts me to live in this era. My addiction to the internet, my love for nature all mixed up in a conundrum of anxiety. As much as I try living in a place where my love for nature will not wane, there is this urge to stay indoors and cheat on nature with a computer. Well, my human relationships do not even ring a bell. I think this is not living. This is whiling away time until we enter the mouth of the earth. I just hope we will not regret then, because by all standards, being in the soil will come with its heat no matter the nature of our coffins.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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