Cellphones Destroy Future Dreams

 What do you want to be when you grow up?

President. Prime Minister. German Chancellor.

Dad on the phone. Little girl waiting.

Then you cannot have a cellphone. Ten year-old kids with such lofty dreams will find it hard to understand how a cellphone is an obstacle to the White House, Canada’s 24 Sussex Drive or the German Bundeskanzleramt.

Parents will then explain that in addition to video games, cellphones contain a porcupine called the internet, where they can send photos and videos, ‘like’ and share with the whole world what they see and even send comments.

The porcupine needs the thorns to look pretty but the main reason is protection, even the mighty lion doesn’t think porcupine, when it wants a snack.

Parents will try and make the kids understand that all the cellphone ‘fun’ up to when they vote and run for office, might be thorns that will the political ambition. There is a legal age for driving. What is the legal age for owning a cellphone?

You want to be the next president or prime minister? No problem, but you’re also giving the Party permission to pluck your feathers to see if you have any blemishes. You have to. If the Party’s handlers don’t, other parties will.

Plucking your feathers means analyzing every tweet you’ve ever sent and dropping it into voting boxes: indigenous affairs, gender, race, labour, immigration, education, climate change, tax cuts or no tax cuts, pro-Chinese or anti-Chinese, the list goes on.

1. What you wore on Facebook when you were 15. Maybe it was a T-shirt with Japanese writing. You didn’t know what it meant, but voters of Japanese origin know, and they don’t like it.

2. Your photos with only 10% clothing.

3. Your tweets about why some people are rich, others poor.

4. Your Instagram photos with friends that ended up as right wing terrorists.

5. Your comments about Prince Harry’s daughter.

By: Nonqaba waka Msimang.

 

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