Stuck Between Centuries

Chanter One: social media

Bright monday morning it was, still very early but I could feel how great this day was to be. The birds were doing their birds things and an idiot putting her legs on my twins. I generally like to get up in music. For me its the prefect happy day routine and dancing as if no one is around . As usual, we woke up early enough for our home duties, prepared for school and left. We were from a modest Family, valuing every single things we had. Dad had cars, but usually told us that "Dear children, the money I work is if for my wife and I, not for you nor us. So don't really on my wealth, it's mine and not ours. Work for yours" So, we used to take the school bus or even treck if we were out early enough. Don't worry the school was only 20 minutes away from the house on foot.

Sorry, where have my manners gone to, I am Tracy second born of the family and I have an elder brother, James and a junior one Edson. My age mate cousin lived with us, call her kay-kay but don't ask me what it means cause I have no idea. But let me assure you guys, that's not her real name. She is the idiot always taking my body for a pillow for her legs, only God know how much I hate that. We four were teenagers! You all know, the famous period where everything is possible, to be tested, to be done without you considering the consequences of your act making it much more exciting.

We lived in a society where every one wants a good reputation (I mean all those born from the 95 upward and those who boycotted their real age to integrate this prestigious group) , to be with his peer group, go out and enjoy being in company of friends, were every one was sharing their life on social media and living at the speed of the 4g.

My parents were not of that category. Being of the old school, sometimes I felt like they took an oath before God knows who not to live in the actual century. Don't look at me like that, of course I love my parents even though they both have a sort of time disease, behaving as if its still the 80s and not enjoying modernity. For them, the end of the world as described in the bible was happening with the advent of internet, social media and everything that modernity came with. To them, modernity was synonym to lost and evil ship. I can not blame nor judge them, they had catholic education and that had an impact on their view of things. They easily forget that their mindset and view of things are not genetical.

At school, I considered myself as an invisible being, I taught no one recognized me nor knew my name, but I was wrong. I was known and loved by many who appreciated my simplicity, humor and friendship. I remember of one, who was like a small sister to me. The funniest thing about the situation was that we had the same name. I was in form five and preparing my GCE, almost all the students in my class had phones an every one was on social media. Sometimes I fell like an outcast, felling like I was not in the right place. I considered myself in depression but every time I tried to express my feelings, they will tell me that "You watch TV a lot, this type of words is for the white man" as if only Caucasians had the right to have feelings and feel emotional, seriously!!! That morning, we arrived school early being a good thing for us to discuss...

Emily: Tracy baby!!!
   Shouted my friend Emily who knew everything about me and was my best friend.

Emily: How are you girls?

Tracy: Great Em and you?

Emily: you'all know my vibes, peace and love girls!! Do you remember Charles?
      I had no idea of who she was talking about, but if I told her that i did not know the guy, she would have brought out the biography of that dud, and honestly was not ready for such a history class...

Tracy : uhmm you mean that guy... that Charles we both know?
     I Said knowing fully of her pirotic mouth, orhhh, am sure not to have escape from the storytelling. I like Emily but she was very talkative...

Emily: That particular guy babe! The one who used to, you know... infact he came in contact with me on Facebook. Ohrr girls if you see how the guy is now, you will eat up the phone.

       Social media was a sensitive topic at home, if my parents just dream about you pronouncing those words, prepare yourself for what was to come was fire. Among us, only James had a phone, what we usually call calculator. Its true it can not enable you to use internet but at least you could receive call and text messages from friends and lovers. We made him rich cause we used to give him some cash for us to be able to use his phone and that was not the worst. Paying according to the minutes of use was the worst, which made him richer and richer. Before we were even allowed to use internet we had to make good use of our psychology, and our sharp spirit. It's only after falling our exams we four willingly, telling them that the only solution was internet and the intervention of our teacher that things changed.       Hearing Em telling about her Facebook life made me feel so sad, asking myself why my parents were behaving the way they were.
Even though we were not authorized to visit social media, I still went ahead and created an account using the house desktop.
  
     I became happier and felt alive since I could have access to everything everyone was interested in. I also had access to the life of the stars, I could share my life with everyone and most importantly, met new friends. Facebook became an addiction that I could no more controlled. When ever I wanted to log in, I had to elaborate strategies with my brothers. We knew our parent's program, the time they finished work and the time they arrived home. Generally if they were not to come home directly, they were going to inform us. The house gate had a small issue, so every time you opened it, it made noise. We depended on that noise as a signal to stop doing anything we were restricted from. When the parent's were not home , I will on the computer and browse. Generally we used to kneel before the computer to do whatever we wanted to do and kept the door of our room open so that immediately we get the gate signal, we unplug everything and tip toe to our room as fast as possible so that once the parents entered, they could see how we were seriously  studying. It was very stressing to do all that gymnastic for few minutes of pleasure. We did not only do that for social media access but also to snecht the Tv. We four had facebook and tweeter account but not register with our name to avoid being recognized. It was very frustrating to live as if you were a prison, not free of your action. I once posted a picture of mine on my account following EMILY's advice and not even 24 hours later, I had more the 7 new friend request. I fell like a star and it made me more confident. Unfortunately this confident had short limbs and was not to last long...
MOM: TRACY...

Tracy: Yes mummy, coming!
Knowing fully that I did nothing wrong, I came very confident. She was with a friend.

Tracy:Good afternoon madam

Aunt Mimi: thanks, how are you

Tracy: am good, mom you called for me

Mum: what is this
She takes the phone and placed it in my face, ohhh shit, she was showing me my Facebook account. At that moment I had to be creative and inspired to get out of that situation
Tracy: it's an account...

Mum: and what are you doing on Facebook? Didn't I and your father talk about this?

Tracy: Yes, you did mum, I still remember it as if it was this morning, but this account was created for computer practicals

Mum: Are you taking me for a foul? I am not that stupid young lady!

Tracy: who? I? Never can I do such things, but our task was To create an account on social media.

Mum: why can't you delete it

Tracy: I can't, even the teacher's capacity ended there
Ouff, I made it! Its true that if you want you can. From that moment I realized that everything was possible as far as I go for it and was creative enough to foul my parents and live the life of my choice😈😈😈...

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