When we call off….23

One is constantly in a state of euphoria being around family and friends most especially friends from childhood.

Can you imagine being in touch with friends from when you were aged 6-7 years? Reliving pranks you played on other school mates?  The academic competition and hurdles; struggling to be proficient in that language spoken by the Queen of England and her people to our own detriment?

Reading about lands so foreign and yearning to travel there and be like them? Knowing the layout of a land though we knew nothing about our motherland? These are friends who have become family.

These days when we lose one or one of us loses a parent, we are deeply affected. Moreso, when we remember these parents from childhood and we are able to appreciate the impact they had on our lives however minuscule.

The memories. Sweet memories.

Then I walked away from practically all my social media with the exception of FB and LinkedIn and Tweeter. I stayed on FB because I need it for my radio show and I want to stay in live touch with my audience. I love them.

LinkedIn because I am unknown (I think so) and the networking exhibited over there is very professional and exotic. I am about to start tweeting again and just updated my profile. Then Telegram….

I simply walked off the set of WhatsApp, IG and Snapchat. Off.

Those that noticed my absence (due to my silence), reached out to me to find out if I was ok. Others simply paid no heed. Did I matter? Was I inconsequentially nonexistent? Was I a period? What was I in the lives and minds of my friends and new family?

So here I am coming to terms that Social Media is a stage. It is a stage where we all must play our parts. A stage where we can fall off or be pushed off. A stage where we build relationships and nurture it.  A stage where if we fall off, …..

I have fallen off but…..

Even our friends. Our friends; those we call brothers and sisters. How often do we check on them? Within there are times we are scared someone will reach out seeking assistance however most often it is the voice and conversation that matters. The joy of reliving the past and configuring the future.

And so is it with nation building. Let us do it wholeheartedly because we never know when…..

~knm

I remain #Silentnoises

#formenbymen

#reawakenattitudinalthinking