In this cobweb, we have been ensnared for
centuries. You don’t even need to walk into it. You simply have to take birth
as part of one of the many family trees and you are trapped already. Those are
the sentiments of today’s youth. They are not to be blamed because they are
constantly forced to drink the venom spewed by the many uncles, aunties, their
lads and lasses; some stay close, some seven seas apart. But they are always
observing your every move.
It’s not all that bad, really. Once you
learn to squeeze some benefits from them, you have the last laugh. Here are
some such utilities.
