At 64 I joined WhatsApp status. Nobody warned me it watches you back.

My daughter set it up for me, God bless her. I put up a photograph of my garden, one of my cassava and a Bible verse. Within the hour I could see who had looked: eleven people, and one of them a man I had not spoken to since 1998. He wrote to say the cassava was very good. I replied. We are friends again. I wanted to thank my daughter and the phone, in that order.