Revolution In The Time Of Facebook Addiction – Part 2

"Madam, have you seen people with this in their eyes?" he said, handing across an image with the Facebook homepage.

"No, we haven't seen them. But we want to understand, what is going on? What is this Facebook addiction?" she responded.

The man fidgeted. His partner continued to observe the area in his dark shades. He wrote something down. It was impossible to see what he had written. It seemed very brief and very serious.

"Madam we cannot tell you about Facebook addiction. We cannot even say the term. You know too much, madam. But we have other things to do right now."

And with that, he turned and gestured to his accomplice. They returned to their car and drove off.

There were many days of holidays that April. All the focus and classes of school were a distant memory. There were friends and cousins to play with. Trips to undertake. Facebook addiction was the last thing on anyone's mind. Until one day, they had gone to the stream near the house. There were four of them, that time. The other two had stayed behind. They had told them they were too young, and got their mothers to make sure they didn't leave the yard.

The water in the stream was green, sterile, but flowed just enough to avoid the mosquitoes. There was rubbish in there, plastic wrappings of corn meal, a tyre, accumulated masses of floating junk. The reeds captured most of it, and there were big stones that someone had thrown in so that the stream could be crossed. It was difficult to cross. They had never tried, as their mothers had told them it was dangerous. They stared in awe of the power over life and death, of the water before them. Nathan was the first to bring up the issue of Facebook addiction.