'Killed By Their passwords

Here we are enthusiastically having a life that seemingly cannot be lived without our new found second self, ‘PHONES’. I mean the youth today have all their life wrapped in the beautiful gadgets they hold in their hands but dear in their hearts.

Now, this is how most have virtually killed themselves without knowing it.

Enter password
The youth today holds his/her phone with complex passcode starring in your face the moment you press the power button. After speaking to many of such ‘security conscious’ youth, they admitted feeling safe and ‘Okay’ because they know not even their friends can use their gadgets in their absence.

…then an accident happens on his/her way to a destination. You pick up the phone, looking to reach any contact that can help the situation. The phone tells you ‘enter password ‘. How are you supposed to do that without having her brain wired to yours? You just want to call a relative or a friend because here in Ghana 119/192 will hardly get you an ambulance or police. She is unconscious, not dead, but you can’t call anyone close to her to inform them.

Wrong password.
…patiently you wait for a call to come through. Surely, the news of the accident must have reached persons of interest who had loved ones ply that route. Then you have to watch the phone sing those melodious songs which will become a dirge, after all even incoming calls has been well protected and you have to ‘enter passcode‘ to answer.

Yes the byte babies ushered into the 21st century with a digital atomic bomb that is sucking in everything about life as we know it.

Smart phones right? Are there smart humans using it?

Would it rather not be reasonable to password-protect the apps that hold the secrets we all want to hide from only God knows who? Are we really smart as the phones are? At least its smart to prevent anyone from using your phone without your permission but of cause, its smart enough to do that even in an emergency when a call could have saved you if we could call home and just ask for your blood group without having to delay to test.

NB: The ant can’t wrap its hands around an oak tree but it climbs. Thanks for reading.

OK. I’m weaving my web.