Dude Sometimes a certificate is just that CERTIFICATE

How many times have you seen people with certificates and you think the quality of their reasoning whether deduction or induction is appalling.

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I don’t hang around guys with smashed phone screens

I taciturnly never have the nerves of condoning guys who have smart phones that they never take care of. What is it with people clutching beat-up cellphones with screens so cracked that spider-web-like patterns creep across the glass. Jeso, your phone is the only tech gizmo that people can see owing to the fact it is a priced possession that you have to display wherever you are and whenever you go. 

So many people nowadays own phones with cracked screens as if it is a trend that has gone viral. Apparently there is that one person whom you know who can repair that hideous crack but never does so. I know of many guys who have always said that they will repair the crack but as they say in Swahili, “Usioziba ufa utajenga nyuta.”

So the other day I was in the gas station refueling my car and I decided to inquire for the till number since I had no hard cash on me and I wanted to make the payment. I was with my lil sister whose phone apparently had also cracked. She lowered the car glass window and the station attendant saw her cracked phone screen.

Immediately the dude asked why her screen was still responsive to touch while his phone was not able to respond ever since it had cracked. My sister is sometimes brisk and gauche with such kind of peeps owing to her nature,  some of my friends also told me I had that demeanor  till I became tactful and diplomatic with words. She told the guy point plank that his was a Chinko phone and as such could not compare with her windows phone. I don’t like windows phones though.

Of course the guy became red faced but had to soldier on since letting go of an argument like that could have shown how debased he would have been. 

Cracked smart phone screens are not only obnoxious, they are irritating. In fact I usually think people who own such phones are slapdash in their general lifestyle. I have never been a victim of cracked phones. The biggest culprits I have realized are women. Most women have phones with smashed screens. This is typical of mothers with tiny tots who have just discovered the knack of holding objects or those who are adept but when irate drop such objects like it is cinder.

Men are also not left out either. If truth be told, most of this guys who frequent drinking dens and those who binge till late are also culpable victims. They usually lose their senses but not phones ending up possessing broken screen phones. Most of these culprits habitually forget that they need to take care of their phones. As such they frequently break the glass screen and never bother to repair. It is sometimes ignoble of such men to spend lots of cash entertaining friends but they can’t use a fifth of what they spend on freebies to repair the cracked phone.

If you can’t repair your phone, then hide it from public view. This is analogous to driving a wreckage of a vehicle on the road. No one will tell you that it is not pleasing but it will show subtly in their face. Some people will grimace as they will twist their mouths either left or right producing the ‘mschew’ sound if you listen keenly. Try owning a cracked screen. 

Unfortunately the services of iCracked are still not available in Kenya. Plus they are limited to Apple and Samsung Phones while most Kenyans own Techno phones. The tech experts and engineers who work at the site are well versed with repair of smashed screens and they charge an arm and a leg for the service.

A poll conducted in London among those in the 18-24 age group consider damaging a phone as much as a disruption to their daily lives as being struck down with the flu. 

Don’t these guys with smashed screens find it galling reading texts or posting photos on instagram and facebook super blurry? Isn't the screen’s razory shards a distraction or is it that they are used to it that way and have henceforth become so accustomed to the extent they can juggle things in a strange twist only synonymous to them? This reminds me of those who knew where the mobile phone keys were in the event one had either qwerty or the normal old school phones. Such chaps would accurately type words in their phones and send while sitting in a lecture hall without being noticed.

For young guys probably out of high school or freshmen or sophomores, a cracked gives some sort of street cred. It is like the unshaven faces they spot, unwashed hair they keep or ripped or low-ridding jeans they adorn. If this is a trend then I probably ran out of tweets to twit.

I read in some gutter that ‘Apple specifically came up with an already broken screen custom made for college students who had a penchant for one. ’ I don’t know how true the rumour was as I have never seen such phones.

Whether a cracked phone is a form of self-expression or accidentally got knocked off a table or slipped from the hands, I still can’t stomach the sight of such phones. I know that cracked phones are expensive to repair but that does not mean you still walk around with one if you can repair it. However fragile a phone is, try to keep it look like a gadget worthy of carrying around.

SITUONANE.

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You still happy even when things fall apart

I know.Yes i know that you cannot be happy indefinitely.

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Gun Toting

Prof Obel and Pearl Omega were inextricably tied together during the formers heydeys. I bet the reason why the good old Professor decided to call Pearl Omega so is because two of his names; Professor- acquired title- and Obel ,his real name, have the initials P and O. Prof Obel claimed that Pearl Omega could cure aids and he had enough evidence to back the claim.

His assertion was however not backed by any scientific evidence and there was no proof that the London trained doctor had indeed discovered the cure to AIDS.

What Professor Obel failed to say was that he himself had illegally been selling the product. Under Kenyan law, any new drug must be analyzed and approved by the ministry of health before it can be put on the market. Yet, despite the fact that no license had been issued for the sale and distribution of Pearl Omega, bottles of the herbal potion were being sold at the professor's International Medical Foundation and at the government- sponsored Biodiversity Centre in the capital, Nairobi.

Anyway I had no intention of dwelling on Prof Obel with his Pearl Omega. The guy also had a fine taste of cars which I bet he still has. Back then, I read about a Bavarian auto he had customized. It was a real contraption going by how it attracted different buyers who wanted to fork out more money for the car. Of course he gave some of his cars for free to relatives and friends. Him buying Bavarian machines was not a problem.

So when he was involved in gun toting in public at the provocation of a Matatu driver because he wanted to arrive in his work place at the expense of other motorists. I could see that he had stooped too low.

Incidences of gun toting are not new. When people were mercilessly killed by the Alshabaab jihadists, I thought of the licenses some people have that give them the right to own guns. Gun toting is becoming a status symbol in the country and it is not strange to hear people talking of owning a gun as if it is a toy or displaying guns in social media like it is the latest tech gizmo or a hot trending topic.

Those who live by the sword, die by the sword. The same thing applies to guns. Those who live by the gun, die by the gun. Karma I tell you. 

When Chris Kyle, the author of the bestselling book “American Sniper” was felled down by the gun, it was a testimony of the saying that those who kill by the gun, die by the gun. Eddie Ray Routh, a former Marine, believed to have left the service in 2010 was charged with capital murder of Chris Kyle and Chad Littlefield. Chris, a former Navy SEAL known for claiming a record number of sniper killings in Iraq was felled down in Texas, this marked the end of the life of a man who had killed by the gun.

Incidences of gun violence are becoming too many as days go by as more and more people own guns. In the US, children are taught the skills of gun totting as a safety measure. There has been a lot of debate on the issue since there was a time when a sad incident happened. A gunman attacked an elementary school killing 20 children and 6 other people. 

Men should be really careful with were they place their guns. A certain Australian man was lucky not to have punctured an artery when his gun went off and ruptured a vein missing the artery by a whisker which would have probably resulted in death when police cordoned off an area where neighbors had complained of gun shots at night. The gun had discharged as he was trying to hide it in his pants with a bullet lodging in his thigh.

I am yet to read or hear of a man who placed his machine inside the boxer and the trigger discharged and released a cartridge which accidentally hit little Johnny and alas. Your guess is as good as mine.

When Kenyan celebrities show their newly acquired machines and post the pictures on social media, it utterly gives the wrong impression to their fans. Some are young youthful individuals barely out of their teenage years and when they see such incidences of arrogant display of guns; they also copy so as to appear cool. Who never wants to be thought of as cool?

But wielding a gun by pointing it to someone in order to threaten is a disastrous tenet that is becoming a culture as a way to quite those who may be nosy or have indignantly offended the respective owner of the weapon.  It is illegal to cause undue fear to someone whether you are a police or someone influential by using a gun.

What I don’t get is the fact that in certain areas in the country such as Kapedo, Baragoi and parts of Northern Kenya, people have guns which they are allowed to tot and the guns never seem to be reducing in number. You watch in the news when it becomes national news that some people have surrendered their guns in areas where owning one is like having a toothbrush. The guns are burnt as a measure of making it look like they have been all collected and the illegal ownership of guns will be a thing of the past. Those who still gun tot are provided with amnesty which is never heeded and executed as that is like playing music to a billy goat. Who really supplies the guns?

A friend who once went to Suguta Marmar valley to reclaim back their cattle aptly reminisces of the incident that changed his life. Though he was a varsity student, the way they went to raid cattle and the journey where only the sounds of guns are heard compounded by the risks, he swore to make books his bosom friends and the city his residence as an avenue towards ameliorating his life.

Those who amazed me were however the West Pokot and Samburu students who in high school knew how to dismantle a gun into pieces, how to use gun powder and such like stuff. But this they did back in their rural areas where it is quite mundane to have archaic firearms mostly used for raiding.

But while it may be cool and grandiose gun toting in the city. I only hope that it will not become a weapon that every Tom Dick and Harry is allowed to carry. I overheard a man saying that in the event people had guns they would not sleep hungry. Only well fed guys think of food as a means to an end as the man who muttered the words did not look impoverished health wise as his adipose tissues were succulently nourished.

Who knows, I may one day be chap who will be toting guns. The president told everyone to be his or her own keeper before the police can come in. That is right. In regard to gun toting that is not in the near future. Mine will be a means of protection especially now that I plan to vacate to the suburbs since money is really disturbing my heels.

SITUONANE.

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Elders let the young lead, your role is to advice

Let me be categorical. Elders are very important in society. On that note allow me to allude to an anecdote I once read very long long ago.

Once some young fellows decided to kill all the old men who were advising them on what to do and what not to do. All the young men except one killed their fathers and interred them in places they only knew.

One young man however never killed his father but went and hid him in the forest where he could take him some food since he loved his father very much.

One day, a lizard got stuck in the nostril of one of the young men who had killed their fathers. They could not pull the animal out of their mates nostril as the more they tried the more the lad was as pains and the lizard tried earnestly to remain in the lad's nose.

When they got out of ideas, they regretted having killed their fathers. Such circumstances would have easily been solved by an older person they pondered.

The young man who had not killed his father came out to confess about how he could help the young man on the verge of dying. But first he made the other young men swear that they could not kill him. When they did, he went and called his father who came in fear of his life.

When the elderly man was told of what became the plight of the young man with a lizard inside his nose, he recommended tumbako (I think this is tobacco). It was to be placed on the young man's other nostril and this would spur sneezing. The medication worked.

I had been thinking, what would have become of the young men without elders?

Our circumstances are almost the same. We need elders badly. Elders are very essential.They know the ways of the land and how things that are a complex cross word to the young can easily be solved.

Elders should however let the youth also be. Youth should also accord the elders the requisite reverence and place they play in society. In short none can do without the other. They should coexist in making the society a better place.

So young guys, everyone has his time. Elders also wanted to be considered when they were young. They have now earned it courtesy of age.

SITUONANE.

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Anan: The last minute guy

Part Two 

 Continued from

I see girls that can rival Johnny Bravo in shape. Those that walk like a certain chic I won't mention (atacatch feelings aninyime rights).  They walk in a such way that makes it hard to notice what there mama gave them. My buddy knows how to notice them from afar.

I also spot girls with more rings than a ring worm in their bellies. Sorry they are called tyres. I read somewhere that the only thing they require is avocado and off they roll to the intended destination. I notice girls whose chests are so flat you can use an Iron box on to give your pair of trousers the cutting edge lines most old school men love.

I catch a glimpse of a certain lass. Distractingly gorgeous, the kind of looks that make your eyes pinwheel, that make you want to just address the elephant – ‘You know you’re gorgeous, right?’ She has a great smile, a cat’s smile.

She is far away. I am busy. As far as I know, this should be the most beautiful angelic girl in this crowd. More beautiful than Cleopatra and Monroe combined. She oozes class and laughs like jezebel. I bow. I will look for her if things go as planned. Meanwhile I have to attend to business. 

The weather is chilly. I should have carried my jacket. The music stops. Murmurs. This was what gave me the psyche to write. I see guys with new generation ID cards and I am holding my old school Id. I am old. But the hustle does not recognize this. I am patient.

Here there is free Wi-Fi. I try it out. It backfires. NO WAIT.......... . It works. My whatsapp is a testimony. 

More and more boys and girls arrive. They carry small envelopes. I feel embarrassed. I have with me turns of certificates. Accumulated over the years but no job yet. In fact as opposed to those who aim at getting jobs, I aimed at the knowledge bit while in school. Whether a job comes or not. Knowledge is power. It is something that never rots I console myself. If well used it helps society. R. Frost once said “Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.”

I envy those who got jobs in top four. Those who got like four offers after completing campus. They were spoilt for choice. Contritely I got regrets. Seated here in a cold field where wind blows like it is the Indian Monsoon hovering over the ocean or the West African Harmattan winds that blow in the Sahara Desert . I remember my admission to high school. Only that this time there is a small stipend and experience and getting to network and getting to meet new people and,.......... I remember one of my friends, a first class chap who also got the same regrets. He never was called for any interview. He keeps hope alive. He was among the best in both campus and in local accountancy courses. Education is a wrought ore I say. In my view, life is about experiences. You may earnestly take the route of making more but the end justifies the means.

I see a lass I met early in town in a cyber cafe. I had speculated she was going to the same place I was. She had a brown skirt, black blouse and a small fitting jacket. I know she does not remember me. Again she is seated like 500 people away.

So Nairobi entrepreneurs never sleep. It was just a few minutes past six and a cyber cafe had already been opened. Many youths were inside the cyber cafe I had gone to make photocopies of my ID card which I had. I recognized the lady since she came to the counter to make some payment.

I see many strange faces. Not a single familiar one hitherto. But on closer scrutiny I see a former comrade who I remember spending most of the time in the school swimming pool while still freshmen.

Every John and Jane goes to the walls. There, names of selected individuals are written. I don't go. I received a call and several text messages to confirm my being here. I love it when University graduates, College leavers with diploma and certificates, KCSE graduates and KCPE graduates come together for a good cause like this.

But I am forced to go check where my name is on the walls that look like a colonial relic. I see my name. I go back to the tent as Kenyans run helter skelter to go queue so as to be cleared to start training that may soon lead to a job.

The banner of this project captures my attention. It has a university graduate, probably not Kenyan, as the focal point of the image. I see the photographer of the image was good but the guy who photoshopped the banner does not know about the ‘a third rule’ in photography. I mind my business.

I swear Kabete freezes. I wonder how comrades from lower and upper Kabete survived this chilly weather. But jabers usually come in handy since there a mate told me, the stringent ten to ten rules are kind of lax.

I Google about Kabete women. The first hit I see is by Standard media. This is how it goes

“Since time immemorial, men from Central Kenya have been warned by their folks against marrying women from Kabete.” Is this true?

“Kabete, most Kenyans have been told, has the highest concentration of widows per square kilometer in Central Kenya.” A Nyanza Terrorist (wife inheritor) will be salivating on hearing this news.

It goes on further “Besides killing their hubbies, Kabete women are also considered aggressive go getters who brook no nonsense. So ingrained is this stereotype that men from Central Kenya believe marrying a Kabete woman will not get them any blessings from their folks. ” That’s chilling.

My crystal balls tell me that I am not safe either. Sorry Kabete princesses, I ain’t tying the knot with any you even if I am the most eligible bachelor in town and you are the best choice.

After the rendezvous comes to an end, I make my exit having done everything required. I take a mat to town and a lady sits next to me. I chat her up but she looks kind of coy. I decide not to bug her. She is called Bacy. I tell myself “Kwani ana jina moja kama umbwa.” But a dog also has three names, scientifically; Canis lupus familiaris .

On my way I see Caramel, I should go there one day. I also see Jaguar Land Rover situated in Delta house.  How comes I never noticed it when we used to go to Naivas for some Turkey on cash filled Fridays. PWC is a neighbor so it looks like the two are twins. A former classmate works for the Top Four. I swear, had I known I would have gone to Jaguar Land Rover and asked for a position just to quench my thirst for driving European Autos. But again if wishes were horses, beggars would ride on them. I get the drift.

I alight next to Moi Avenue Primary. I head to an eatery I used to frequent. Just when I was about to make the necessary payments, I realize that the conductor had not returned my change. I thought this was a culture famous with ‘Gethu’ conductors. How he had gone without returning my change still remains a mystery. For a hustler of my stature, Ksh. 500 is too much to let go of just like that. I call a pal that I am in a fix to bail me out. He wires me a K via MPESA in the blink of an eye. He works though. So he understands my plight. I pay the bill via MPESA like a boss. And that is a testimony of a day well spent.

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Anan: The last minute guy

Part One

'Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together' Marylyn Monroe.

Today I had to jav (use a Matatu) in the morning on my way to start a pristine phase in my life. I had slackened if I compare the far I have reached in comparison to proletariat mates who got an early reprieve of self reliance. I had been lax and content or maybe I had regressed if matters employment are concerned. My use of a Mat was strategic. It was spurred by the fact that when you are a rookie you need to depict the true stature of one and heutzutage I took a Mat.

Flash Back and it is on a Thursday of the previous week when I got a call. It was from KEPSA. A certain lady who I don’t remember introducing herself called and asked me to attend a training camp in Kabete. After the nitty gritty I got the message. Kabete it was for a lolling former campus morph who was now a driver for hire. I offered my services freely provided you paid for gas. Free like the Lord has oxygen to his beloved mankind. I had applied through trial and error all the prospective jobs till I got tired and lackadaisical. However, I was upbeat but selective in application though.

I informed few, it was not a prospect I was buoyant about. But it was an experience I was eagerly awaiting as a means to jumpstart a new venture of being useful to society and the country and all who ever cared. Hitherto, my bravado had been punctured and this opportunity is something I had to seize.

When I informed my peeps, they became happy, in Primary composition lingo – as happy as a lark. I know that’s lame. There are pupils who can do better by coming up with better words than I have but again, it has to do with many years of being out of that institution.

I recall my mum advising sagaciously, “When you go there, do anything they say. It may be a test of how humble you are. Even if it means washing the ablution blocks, just do it.”

That did remind me of  the good old days in Lazz High. We used to koroga dem ‘abolu’ like it was a hobby while still freshmen in High school. Mwas in Nairobi Half life only does a tad of what we had to endure and it makes him a novice in comparison to our amateur standards then. But we made it. Though I was kind of lucky coz I was in charge of form ones in my hostel and that meant supervision and less of washing. I did delegate the tasks but sometimes guys would be all over me and once in a while I had to wash the blocks.

Today I was stir awake with my young bro, a high school scholar in search for an elusive success in exams. It is 0500hrs. I am used to 24hr clock by default. Ever had of the anecdote of the lass who plied her business in a red light district and got confused when a young soldier told her that the last time he had received the services was in 1956 and it was the year 2010. The time then was 2000hrs. Reason why my wrist is not bedecked in Emporio Armani, Rolex, Omega or Alpina is a story for another day. Bob Colymore spent a cool 800 Gs on one if gutter press are truthful in their insinuation. I love this man’s flair.

0730hrs was the time I had had to be in Kabete. So I had presumed if I did my things before six, I could make it in time or on time. Of course I had all my documents ready. It was like a routine to have them being a hustler. Photocopies and The Originals (not the series).

0550 I did exit from the house. I had to take two ‘Nganyas’, One to town and the next one from town to Kabete. I never carried or wore any pullover or jacket as it was not that cold. (I rue not having).

I arrive in town thirty minutes later. It is a journey that takes you five minutes via a PC. But with mats and it is a weekday, I oblige. I am in search for the Alchemist. You only tire when you’ve talked to him and he had shown you the art of  turning gold into stone. Sorry stone into gold.

In town, the Kanges (Bus conductors) know that young dudes and dudettes are headed to Kabete. “Technical fifte Technical fifte.” I am right. Star Bus it is.  I take a seat and off we go. We never pass by my alma mater, I swear this could have been disastrous. Good that we headed straight into Westie, the country’s entertainment capital. We arrive in Kabete, it is 0700hrs.

The last time I was in Kabete was like 3 years ago. As an amateur car expert, a novice had hired my services to go and aid him in making a decision on whether to procure a car he had in mind or not. It was the same car I drive to date so I could not vouch for one. Such kind of cars are pesky and though economical, they are not a symbol of status on the road. No sane Nairobi lady in her right senses can date a man with one. Ladies, try men in Bavarian Monsters they know how to care. You are sure you will be in able hands.

I am at Kabete technical training institute. Approximately 3500 youth are in the process of changing their destiny aujourd’hui. Kabete, I can't seem to find the right diction that properly captures the depiction of this institution. Notice the words kind of form a rhyme scheme.

I came here for the experience. It's not that I am desperate. Okay. I must admit I have been a desperate psychic blogger in search of new experience.

Here I see many youth. Boys dressed in suits, boys in jeans, boys in sports shoes, boys who have gone to the gym, boys in high-end fake Chinese phones and some in cheap Finesse phones. Boys listening to music via headphones. Boys chatting. Boys who rival Bob Marley hairwise. And yes boys who have contacts. One is talking of how his area councilor hooked him up with the papers for applying. Are they not called MCAs?

I also see girls. Yes, this is the best bit. My heart beats fast. I am elated. I notice a girl wearing red lipstick. Of late red lipstick has made the average girls stand out in crowds. I see young girls, just out of teenage rampage and those still reeking of high school githeri. They are chatting. I listen to the music on the loud public address system. It captures my attention. I love music. On this occasion however, it sounds like I am a hopeless fellow. The music is gospel. It is synonymous to what Bahati sings about. Cries here and there. These are what I consider dirgic songs. ‘Soon and very soon we are going to see the king’ and ‘Bwana u sehemu yangu’ are played. I resign. You know you are playing the Russian roulette. Is this a do or die venture? 

Two girls seated behind me talk. Talk talk talk till I listen. Nothing much to write home about just girly issues.

I see girls like Saartjie Baartman. Reminds me of Kim Kardashian. She exploits herself as the new Hottentot Venus. Talk of her breaking the internet with her recent nudes and having done the pics for free. I see girls who have shaved like Ballo. He has been a waste to the former EPL giant. Methinks these girls should join the likes of Vera or Huddah. But first Buoart should provide them the requisite taciturn approval and Ghafla the essential marketing to prospective clients. They know the socialite business like porters know how to make good concierges. If you are never given the green light by the two you will probably find yourself in Kabete. Yes, waiting for whatever comes may.

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Whatsapp: How to disable blue ticks and other tricks

Safaricom is the biggest Company in Kenya by both market capitalization and profit. Its half year or quarterly data show a firm that is buoyed by turnover in various investments that keep on ameliorating each day. This is however at the behest of consumers who complain but since Safaricom is the best option and a silent monopoly, they find themselves stuck with the mobile phone operator.

Sometimes back, Safaricom used to offer unlimited SMS. This product was a gem to young Kenyans especially those in relationships. Kenyans have queer habits, and perhaps sending SMS the tardy media they could use to reach the apple of their eyes.

When the offer of unlimited SMS was modified in such a way that the it was no longer limited but restricted, many a user complained bitterly for being denied their right. Some social media uses even went to the extent of penning expletives to on the Social media pages of the Communication-Tech giant by East African Standards.

That got me thinking, why the offended subscribers couldn't resort to WhatsApp. It was free and very convenient as a medium. But on second thoughts, I visited the Kenya National Bureau of Statistics Page to find out the number of people who had smart phones and phones that could support the application. It was a like a tad in comparison to the subscribers in the country.

I decided to do brief unchequered survey in order to determine the number of people on my mobile phone list who had the app installed. It was a paltry 100. That was about three years ago and the figures have since changed.

WhatsApp has been acquired by Facebook mogul, Mark Zuckerberg, and the number of people actively using the application has risen from 400 million to more than 600 million monthly users. Statistics never lie, I bet that is the premise on which Zucks decided to invest a whopping 20 billion (This is Kenya’s budget for the current fiscal year) on an application.

WhatsApp recently introduced the dreaded blue two ticks to indicate that a person had already read your message. This particularly applies to those individuals who have updated their application since most of those who have not, it clearly shows that one may have read the message in the event two grey ticks pop up on the recipient’s profile.

More specifically, whenever you send a text now, a single tick mark will appear by it to indicate your message was sent. If you see two ticks, it means your message was delivered, and two blue ticks means your massage has been read on a recipient chat profile.

Read Receipts

WhatsApp has finally introduced the annoying blue two ticks are also called Read Receipts. It was a surprising covert feature that was quietly introduced into the app. 

According to Techtimes, ‘The feature was introduced into the app without any updates to the app itself, meaning that there were no included privacy settings that would disable the read receipts feature upon its launch.’

Users can now get rid of the blue tick marks in the Android version of WhatsApp. While users will be able to disable the read receipts feature of the app, it will also disable the same feature for the user, meaning the user will also not be able to see if the people that the user has sent a message to have read it. Disable Read Receipts

Here’s How to Bypass Whatsapp “Message Read” Confirmation

1.     When you receive a whatsapp message while you’re online or on your lock screen, don’t open it at first, let it get received with two grey tick marks

2.     Switch off all your mobile internet and Wi-Fi

3.     Open whatsapp and read the conversation

4.     Close the conversation, come back home and turn your Wi-Fi again.

WhatsApp Tricks and Tips

There are currently many features that most people have ignored or don’t know exist that can aid in greatly securing your app especially from nosy family member, friends and sweet hearts who are sometimes very hard to deal with. 

One such application is WhatsApp Lock for Android fanatics, while BlackBerry users may want to check out Lock for WhatsApp.

For Statistics geeks like me, there is an app that will definitely interest you. WhatStat provides information for metrics such as your top friends, friends’ and groups’ most active times of the day as well as message distribution for both one-on-one and group chats.

There are many other features that are on the app that many by pass since most people are usually afraid of testing the waters or finding out such apps as they are content with what they are entitled to as users.

Future of WhatsApp

Some times I just wish WhatsApp could have rivaled Viber, recently bought by Japanese online retailer-Rakuten,  and allowed voice calls which tend to be cheaper while using internet. That way, they can aid in ensuring call rates are billed in the interest of the subscriber as most operators will obliged to reduce the price of the calls per minute.

Again it would be prudent if the system had a way of suspending dormant accounts in order for a person not to send message that may be received but end up not being read.

In either way there is still competition in the way messages are being sent and received. Viber is growing its tentacles though at a very slow rate while other application platforms are gaining numbers especially in Asia like WeChat.

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