Decades: Chunks of Time

I am totally angry with the youth of today. I am talking about all those dudes that sit in front of a PC/Laptop and think up ways to scam people. Now they are not even zeroing in on foreigners anymore. No o! They don't hide behind the finger, saying "It is colonization money" anymore. Now we in Nigeria are the targets. Everyone that has an email address is a supreme target. Some might say its not news, but I will tell you what got me riled up this afternoon. Some stupid kolo person sent me this mail: InterSwitch Nigeria Limited= Attention Customer: Please Confirm Your InterSwitch Security Upgrade 2009 From: "InterSwitch Nigeria Limited" To: undisclosed-recipients [then with the interswitch logo] Attention Card Holder, This is to notify you that our services are being upgraded to a new, better and more secured system . You are now required to CLICK HERE and register all your DEBIT CARDS, X-CHANGE CARDS, and CASH CARDS online IMMEDIATELY so as to enable your card

"Daydah I need your help right now!" Melissa moaned into my ears. I forced my eyes open to look at the time. It was past midnight, but she was obviously distressed. Ever happy Mel was crying on the phone. I sat up slowly. "What is the matter Mel?" I asked as I forced my brain to get out of sleep mode. She started crying and I spent another three minutes telling her to calm down. Her crying subsided and I asked what was bothering her.Seems she was confused. So confused that she was crying. She said she didn't know what to do with her life. Last time I checked, she was counting the days to her wedding to this fabulous guy that she loved very much, so I wondered what could have happened to shake her world. She started off her tale all muddled up, but after a few sentences I was able to pick up what the problem was. She was on her way to the altar to marry one guy, who'd been her senior in high school and was made (definition: had a job, a house and a car) and