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INFOCALYPSE THE NEW APOCALYPSE



Warning... This is a Rant!

Infocalypse - the new Apocalypse!

''The information we consume matters just as much as the food we put in our body. It affects our thinking, our behavior, how we understand our place in the world. And how we understand others.”

Take a wild guess and tell me who made this statement.

Save your breath, I’ll tell you.

Evan Williams!

To most of you, this name is foreign, not as popular as Mark Zuckerberg, but yet just as influential and powerful!

Evan Williams is the co-Founder of Twitter.

Yes, he is responsible for the platform most of us have gluttonized.

Most people don’t have a life outside social media, Twitter in perspective.

We tweet more than we eat.

Growing fat and out of intellectual shape because we have been swallowing an unbalanced data diet detrimental to our reasoning.

Like junkies, we crave to trend and get high on retweets and comments.

Our greatest fear… Invisibility and loneliness.

Guess what, indeed it has influenced how we understand others without giving them the benefit of a doubt.

Not like our opinions or validation matters...

Yet collectively our voices in unison can be just as effective as it can be dangerous.

But it has also made us into cyberbullies and digital witches and wizards.

We take a swing when a celebrity makes a statement or air their opinion.

We clap back when we cannot slap back.

We hurl insults and even fight to the death on someone else’s tweet.

We blow hot air and steam when we cannot blow with our music and craft.

We fight when we have no sight.

And the hilarious thing about this drama is that at the end of the day, you sleep with ijebu garri and groundnut, or indomie and boiled egg on credit from the aboki opposite your face me I slap you mansion, while the celeb you were dying on their matter, flies to Dubai on a shopping spree or Miami on a holiday trip.

This very moment someone is depressed, another is seething with pain, while another is desperate.

Why?

The fear of Invisibility!

Social media invisibility!!!

Yet in the midst of all this, unemployment, joblessness, being broke, poverty, womb shifters, slay queens, loneliness, recharge card, and Buhari is also waiting just at the end of your monthly, weekly or daily subscription to remind you that it is still very much around, present and visible.

Meanwhile, the breakthrough, deliverance, and miracle you sing, cry, fast and pray for every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday is just a sentence, homepage, chapter or seminar that would turn things around if you take one second to read, browse or visit it.

This is the breakthrough knowledge needed in the information revolution that is sweeping across the globe, this present era.

What you need is not another trending topic on tweeter to fill the pockets of the entrepreneurs and infopreneurs.


What you need is to buy into this data stock market and learn or steal or borrow or simply buy a new skill.

You don’t need a miracle!

You need an Infocalypse!

When information is in surplus then attention suffers a drought.

Too much information causes dizziness.

We are dizzy and dazed from so much noise in the sea of information, we drown daily because in the midst of so much information, ignorance has become bliss…The easy way out.

It’s so easy to curse and hate on Tonto Dikeh because she says she pays her son’s school fees of 1.5 million yet he speaks pidgin, meanwhile, you cannot afford 1500 for next month’s subscription.
You have to beg for it.

It’s so easy to hate on Toke Makinwa because she bought her assistant a new car and posed naked for a body she bought premium price because you are lazy, poor and wretched and have refused to empower your mind to create wealth from the sea and pipeline of information at your disposal and fingertips and use it as you wish.

It takes guts and glory to stan like Genevieve in a world that continuously attacks vixens!

It takes power to stan and rise above criticisms and hate just like Tiwa Savage and take what you want, do what you like, fuck who you want and spend how you like because it is yours and you worked for it.

It takes an extra yin to yan through the sea of distraction and dig up the many new information and new skills buried.

The solution is a content shock to bring us out of ignorance and full-throttle into the light!

The solution is to dare to become the difference.

Bullshit!

The solution is to learn a new skill not a new hash tag!



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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