WE POST AND WAIT BY MARTIN BECK NWORAH

Since the advent of the social media,we have been liberated from the
shackles of hoarding our feelings to ourselves. If we're feeling
happy;Facebook, Twitter and their likes will know. If
sad,depressed,angry and otherwise;the social media must know. And as I
am typing this,I'm hoping that you'll read it and tell me how you
feel.
Many read our updates when they're annoyed,and for several others;our
update may annoy them. Some laugh at our stupidity while many others
display theirs. And as I post this,I'm always afraid to check comments
because someone may insult or ridicule me. People no longer judge us
these days by our physical contact with them or experience,they simply
draw up an opinion of the type of person we are through our timeline
and social media presence.
For the unemployed graduates seeking and begging God for a job(with
holiday trips abroad),you may want to revisit that update about how
you don't give a f**k about what anybody thinks about you...your
future employee might have commented and tagged you a "low life
individual".
My joy is to write,post and wait. It may be
educative,provocative,annoying,stupid,senseless and meaningless to
you,but each time I view it;I'm happy you read it and told me how you
felt. We lack creativity and inspiration in our present day Nigeria;I
cry when people copy my works without giving credit to the originator.
It speaks volumes of how we see others and sometimes I pause and
ponder;what will be your comment?
Till we get to the Promised Land,I'll be waiting for when you will
pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the
race.