Wi Fi The New Water

Before we got here, drought spelt doom for the human race. No rain meant crops withered and died from thirst, so did animals. Rivers dried up. Babies stopped smiling.

Water was the source of life in agrarian societies in all corners of the earth. There were ceremonies to request and thank rain. Kids shone like the sun playing with the rain and in the rain.

Here we are in 2023, with Wi-Fi as the new water. We lost the connection. Systems are down. We are off-line. Panic. All of them mean life is disrupted, even if it’s for 30 minutes.

That 30 minutes feels like a day because we cannot reach people and things that make our life worth living. Especially people. People we live with do not give us any joy because of persistent complains about our real life: time we spend online.

Even kids know the drill. No Wi-Fi means parents  turn into wild dogs, barring teeth and barking at them. It’s sad when rejection deflates kids. Their tears don’t mean anything. Progress, in the form of Wi-Fi, does.

Having said that, we must go back to the drawing board, re-define and legislate life, with Wi-Fi as the foundation. It can be done. We change street names. We change country names. We change means of payment.

Where there is life, there is a threat to it. The new definition will outline threats, the major one being people who do not know what Wi-Fi is, because they do not have cellphones and other gadgets. How do they live? What is their mission?

Lock them up!

By: Nonqaba waka Msimang.