Nonqaba said ...

Getting money from the ATM depresses me big time, and it has nothing to do with my bank balance. Debit and credit cards have made cash a dying breed in North America, because you can even buy a cup of coffee by tapping plastic on an electronic machine. That’s fine, but some stores don’t take them for goods under $10.   That forces me to have some cash money on me.  If I don’t, I dash into the nearest mall and visit an ATM. It’s not unusual to find receipts with balances of previous users.   I think the only reason they grab their cash and leave receipts behind, is to freak me out. I’m not supposed to look at these pieces of paper because they are private property, but some of them have incredible balances, for example $29,000.   Forget India’s Ambani brothers, Bill Gates, Oprah or Tyler Perry.   They don’t know what a cash dispenser or ATM looks like. We are talking about ordinary human beings here.   How can you have a balance of more than one thousand in your checki

The internet and mama have something in common: manners.   They believe that always say Hi! To people you meet. Home is where the heart is, but it is rough being at home these digital days.   People are so tied up in chat rooms, Instagram, Twitter, FB, YouTube or Google mania, they don’t have a minute to say hi or good night to people they share a toilet or kitchen with. Thank god for internet players.   They say hi to me when I re-open a document after a thirty minutes’ break.   It’s all automated, but it is nice when the computer calls me by my name and encourages me to continue, where I left off. The internet understands that greetings are the definitive ice breaker, before saying mum, I’m hungry or dad, can I have the car keys? Facebook has taken it to the next level because it understands that I live in a strange province where the weather is a headline story, and not what Prime Minister Justin Trudeau thinks about the Keystone Pipeline, so Facebook reminds me of temperatu