Let me keep it simple

Friday 12 February 2016

ONLINE MANENOS.


There is a certain day I went to ADD (That unfinished building along Lower State House Road) to either download a hilarious comedy series or some nondescript series I was following, or probably I was headed to conducting an extensive research on my final year project paper. Chances are, I went to research but in the process got sandwiched into downloading those series from a site I have forgotten. Then, those tech gurus had disabled BitTorent and uTorrent. Again, they made it impossible to download using faster means such as IDM. Hence we had to either use direct download which was slow, or some extension on Mozilla which sometimes failed unexpectedly.


Of course, you found yourself also on social media. I was addicted to twitter as opposed to now when am a big fan of LinkedIn. It’s called growth. Facebook and YouTube also were too tempting. I remember watching ladies ‘twerk’ because it was a big thing then on YouTube. And there was a day we went to our lady student friend’s house and they did really twerk it even though we had a ‘fifty fifty’ Christian friend who went on to receive a hot lap dance only to realize he had erred when the process was over. You know these guys who profess Christianity like it’s a means to an end but when they find a conduit, they never fail to exploit.


Initially, anyone who knew ADD would enter without much scrutiny. So if you were a KEMU student and wanted to read in the luxury of an unfinished building, ADD offered a leeway. Overtime as security issues became fragile, it became necessary to allow only students from UON to gain access to the building. But during the official business hours, it was only the ADD students who were allowed to transact business. And most of those students acted like spoiled kids from rich families because they hosted parties on weekly basis much to the chagrin of broke Main Campus students who were a majority.  Main campus guys were rendered to the role of being spectators.


Later on, when mechanism had been put in place. It was a requirement to enter the building using your student ID and if you had a laptop, you also needed to register it because of a series of theft cases that were probably reported.


There is this day I went and found a very thorough sentry who never entertained jokes. Unbeknown to me, this sentry was above his game in terms of dealing with mischievous students. Thinking it was business as usual, I went and registered a phony serial number of my laptop then walked away. Not so fast.

Excuse me, hebu rudi hapa.” The sentry called me out by my name.

Kwani nimefanya nini?” I retorted in defense after heading back.

Unajua ile kosa umefanya?” he asked.

“Sijafanya kosa yoyote,” I replied in my equivocally poor Swahili due to Sheng Interference.

“Mbona hujaregister serial number ya laptop yako?

Nimeregister na ndio hii hapa,” pointing at serial number I had written down.

Unajua ukora ndio mi sipendi.” The senty said.

Ukora gani?” I was beginning to become irate.

Mbona unaregister number ya computer ile si yako alafu unatoka mbio?

Mimi najua nimeregister laptop vizuri juu hio ndio number nimeshika kwa kichwa.” I said.


Then an argument ensued. The sentry could not let me in. I started feeling frustrated and got irked. But he never budged. In the end, I had to give in. I could not win with a clearly assertive sentry. My protestation was like a house of cards. It was fast crumbling at a rate that reduced me to mollify myself. I had to remove the laptop battery and alas, there was the correct serial number.


All along, I had underestimated the wit of this sentry. But when you do a job for long, not even the most knowledgeable theoretical genius of a Professor can outwit you in your trade. I did yield. Actually, after seeing many students register their laptops, he had got acquainted to the starting letters or numbers of most laptop brands. In my case, because of his actual interaction with most HP laptops, he knew the numbering and lettering.


As a matter of fact, he did let me enter inside. Oh, they were with a certain female sentry who really laughed when I was forced to retract my earlier words because she probably thought that university students are ideally intelligent. Of course the sentry knew me from that day. I would sometimes tip hip because he had unearthed my folly when I felt like I was 'chummed'. And that meant that when he found me inside the building while doing his random patrols, he would never miss to greet me even if I looked busy perusing for exams.


Anyway.


Unsubstantiated research has revealed that most people spend more than four hours a day on social media. Either to catch up with friends, be on the know, get entertained, read stories, upload pictures in exquisite places to let haters be jealous on their new found fortune or just how good they are doing, and the list is endless.


Being an online nerd or freak was a weakness until studies became a really intensive and I had to reduce on my online presence. Now, my laptop battery is past its sunset days and therefore serves no purpose other than ensuring it keeps the laptop free of lost parts. Therefore, there are times when I am busy writing and someone removes the laptop charger and I feel like eating him whole. Or when electricity units run out and it catches me unawares having not saved my work. I wish there was a word editor that recovers documents like adobe programs so that you never get worried about the probity of loss of your work.


Back to social media. I still think MKZ (Mukuru Kwa Zuckerberg) is the biggest social media. The pundits on this social media site have come up with metrics that cannot be easily bypassed in terms of getting a wider reach of people. It's called organic reach. Then there is paid reach. Those sponsored ads you see on Facebook are really earning Zucks so much. But it is however very expensive to run an advertisement on Facebook. My interaction with advertising on social media made me realize that there is power in having the mechanism to reach so many people online.


Having realized that am aging and need to be more professional, I returned back to LinkedIn, where I opened my account more than six years ago. LinkedIn is conservative. It's full of bigotry. That many people pretend to be who they are not is not a fallacious argument. Everyone seems to be working for a very good company with a big title that can scare you off. You find HR professionals who update that they will review your status which is actually a lie. Then there are those who write quotes, those who have impressive CVs having worked for very big multinational companies but nothing to show of for humanity. Those who are influencers and have a paid account that enable them to send inmail. As for yours truly, the economic conditions of a student cannot allow me to operate a paid account. Am even struggling to be a worthy publisher on the site.


I also have had about Snapchat. I probably should have read about it on Wikipedia or other productive sides with info. All I know is that it is owned by a certain Billionaire who is my age mate. It deletes photos once uploaded within 48 hours and it is meant for ladies. (The last time I checked, men are photophobic unless you are some celeb.) So I am as green as a child on her first day in class with matters Snapchat.


There is Instagram. I initially wanted to be the ‘it’ guy when it came to matters cars so that many people would adore me on this site. But with the loss of my smartphone about three years ago and never having reawakened the drive, the account is now in its dormancy state. Not like a dodo however.


There is a dating site by the name Badoo. Well, I have never had a successful date on that platform. All the prospective chats hit a dead end because I lose interest when it find it easy for a chic to give in. It also has so many restrictions like you need to pay for credits to chat with the person who excites your licentiousness. But hey, there are so many pretty ladies out here who are single. Likewise men. The only good thing is that there is no poster on someone’s forehead written, ‘Single and ready to mingle.’ If I were to rate this site, I would give it a 2 star. It is based on monetary terms and that pisses me off even if I were to find the apple of my eye. But I am not interested, in online babes, because they are as unrealistic as the site itself.


I wonder if Whatsapp is a social media platform. If it is, allow me to surmise about it. In the near future when people will have reliable readily available internet at subsidized rates and smartphones will have been the order of the day, most people will resort to Whatsapp as a media of communication. Again, Zucks will start charging fees and he will make lots of cash. I have been relegated to seeing group chats and sending forwards received. The young guys on this site are more versatile. The know how to effectively use emojis and don’t need urban dictionary as an app to counter-check on the stfu, tf, lol and the tgif of this world. They are also more open minded. Maybe, circumstances are making me realize that it will never be the same again.


Sportpesa. Let me take a breather.


Back to reality. There is an investment guru I read about who is a billionaire by the name Bill Gross. Never mind that am focusing on billionaires. He used to play black jerk. I have never entered a Casino but my former colleague who used to be a steward in a casino did info me about it. Bill Gross used his gambling skills to become one of the most sort after investment managers in the world. And reading through my investment lit, I realized that there is a high correlation between speculation, risk, gambling and prosperity.


Which leads me back to Sportpesa. I had vowed never to play Sportpesa. But my classmates are playing it. My former campus mates upload screen shots on our Whatsapp group and having investment ambitions, I think I should start betting. Investing involves well calculated risk, and Sportpesa can be a very good platform for starting out. Never mind that one of my cousins lost all his benefits to it, and pretended to have been attacked by majinis since he resides in Mombasa. He went bonkers for a few days and mum had to go check what was happening. Don’t we have this bigoted mentality that folks from the coast can cast a spell on you when you try behaving clever?


EdX. This ought to be the best site for online learning when you can spare some time to join a class with worldwide participants and who share the same ambition. Ever since I stumbled upon this site on LinkedIn, I have never looked back. I undertook a course by the University of California, Berkeley and got an impressive grade. Though I must admit it looked quite simple. Again it was based on peer review. Which should be adopted in most campuses as opposed to letting the lecturer do all the donkey work. I have also started another course. Hopefully it will improve on my employability.


And I learnt about natural reader among many other insightful stuff that have helped me to be a better blogger. Natural reader is an app. You need to pay for it to get the full benefits. However, it can still function well if you don’t pay for it. It helps in revision of my posts, editing and reading to check for sentence syntax and grammatical errors in my script. So I have benefited blog wise from edX, a lot.


Yes, our institute also had an online webinar on Ethics. It is paramount for people to be of high ethical standards because it is a fiduciary duty to ensure you are full of integrity and honesty before you deal with other people’s money. So yes, even though am this reclusive online bugger, I try to remind myself of the best ethical practices so that I am able to act right. Above all else, a person of good morality aids in cleansing the society or moral corruption. Right?


Obviously we have wordpress, tumblr, pininterest, kik and so many other online platforms for sharing. The innovators and founders of this platforms are smiling all the way to the bank. They don’t give a shit when we post about the hard times that we go through. In fact, they are telling us punfo miran subtly as they become more liquid while we gripe at our predicament which we do nothing about.


And on that note, it's another time to say.


Hasta la vista baby.


[Picture source; My Own]


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