It took me a while to jump on the new social media band wagon, Facebook, bb... as I speak to you I still do not operate a twitter account. Beyond the randomness and anonymity of it all what bothered me the most was the kind of havoc could,and often was,wreaked with a mere click of a few buttons.
And boy was there damage. It seemed like anyone with an axe to grind could simply take their grouse to cyberspace and within minutes your dirty linen was out there for the entire world to see. Another thing that bothered me was that the fact that any random person would have access to any, and all information I choose to put out there. For me that was a fundamental breach of privacy of global proportions.
As time went on I got over a lot of my anger and realised that in the right hands and used properly, new social media was an imperative tool to networking and staying connected to one's constituency and growing one's business. So grudgingly I opened a Facebook account and acquired a blackberry. But even then I used it 'circumspectly'.
Only the most basic information on my profile and polite and short interactions with anyone out there in cyber space capable of 'short','polite' interactions. With hindsight I consider the theft of my first three blackberries a blessing; as I speak there are only 20 people on my chat line... if my phone pings; it's definitely someone I want to hear from. As for twitter, I still don't understand the concept of 'following' someone and I certainly don't want anyone following me!
Till this day I do not and cannot comprehend the sheer amount of personal information that people put out there. Your name, number, pin, address complete with pictures of themselves and their entire lineage for the world to see.
All kinds of evil have been perpetuated in cyberspace, fraud, character impersonation, character assassination; it's also a fantastic hiding place for all kinds of damaged and shady characters. Stories abound of people who have fallen victim of cyber-crime and finally Nigeria marks its first major victim.
The death of the young beautiful and industrious Cynthia shocked me to the very core of my being. Perhaps because, but for the grace of God... that could have been my daughter or anyone's for that matter. After the shock came the anger, a lot of it directed to the dearly departed.
Wasn't Cynthia aware that the first rule of thumb in cyber-space is that nobody is who they say they are?It doesn't matter what picture is up on your dp, it should take more than several months of chatting back and forth on the internet to lull anyone into believing you've just acquired a new best friend.
Didn't she know better than to come all the way to Lagos and get into a vehicle with 'strangers'? Did shenot ever hear of the buddy system? You want to go on an adventure - go with a friend. What a waste. What a sad and painful waste. And because she was such a beautiful looking girl, of course she was murdered twice; first her physical body and then her character. That's another by product of new social media; the fact that any half-wit with a smart device can not only have an opinion, but can also broadcast same (no matter how asinine) to the entire world.
As to the perpetuators of the crime - according to reports Cynthia was number 6... does that mean there are five other bodies buried somewhere? - I have very little comment. Dealing in used condoms, baby placentas and stealing peoples kidneys ... this is just one more sad testament to the moral and spiritual decay that is eating this nation up literally, inside out and outside in... ha! troubledey o!