Every man has his flaws. Standing
on the floor alone is able to bring out the fury out of the furry that clothes a man's character. That is what the social world represents for me: a robe of
thievery, robbing me of the last iota of sanity, interpersonal relationships
and reality. But they say, a man can’t stop the birds from flying over his head
but he can stop it from making a nest on his head. Put differently a man can’t
exist without flaws but he can definitely control the effect of these flaws on
him. All of these grammatical constructions about men would have been useful for my TOEFL challenge but
really, this fuss is about my return to the Social medium: Blackberry Messenger.
Let’s back track to June 2013
when I got my first BlackBerry. My soul blessed RIM Ltd for the wonder of the
future savings they would make for me. Lost within the dilemma of the flip side
of the whooping sum of some tens of thousands I had spent to buy this black
fancy device: the better part of some bounty I won at a speech event. Of
course, I had my first contacts and first pings, and all those things. With all
ignorance, I ignored the reality of the settings. Thanks to friends who taught
me how to reset the network and the red light began to blink. I was soon to run
into trouble waters of the heart with my first display picture who was not my
first. The next trouble was my soon to become addiction to the pings and
contacts.
The mélange of academics and
pings went well as it served as a sweet goto when I needed to get
pseudo-connections and interactions that seemed proximate and more interesting
than Candy Crush. Then like the lure of the tigress to its prey, the dangers of
the social world plunged gently into depth of my hypothalamus and involuntary
actions began to rule the normal state of affairs. I fell, I smiled, I played,
I was drawn and I ran away; far away as the addiction followed me through. Some
contacts were notorious, I just had to go on a particular line of thoughts when
the red lights of their reach came through. Its funny how I didn’t have to wait
for the green light with them: Red was sufficient.
By December 2014 barely 18months
after, I had done, undone, redone and become something I was not at the
beginning of the count. Of course I didn’t expect to be the same person in a
long time. But I had broken all ties with morals and realities that I just
could not but carry out an exorcism. The exorcism witnessed the removal of
close to eight megabytes of space on my memory card. To think 8 megabytes could
do so much damage to my 282-month old life. CHICK!!!
Out I took it. Painful like every
other exorcism exercise, I lost contacts and I was determined to be alive and
well and out of the addiction. Two months of restoration. I made sure the demon
was out. Apart from the changing of statuses, the love for constant display
monitoring, the passion of the red light and misconception for the green, I
found peace, I found reality, I found discipline and of course after the
exorcism, I am back. The red demon brought with it some currencies that I want
without the demon. I am sure its out, and I got myself back. Okezi Meshack has
gone through some phases and I am sure he went through this for a reason. You
ever want to get past an addiction to lights, the Ready Writer is the one to
meet. Yeah I am back here too… The Law school gist would come
soon>>>> Ciao!!!!
