“Why is police uncle looking at us?” I follow the tiny finger and see a clad-for-war policeman pointing his gun at us. Sitting hunched inside his fortlet, the policeman changes the position of his gun in his usual sweep of the roadside. I turn to see my nephew’s eyes still focused on the huge gun and wonder how you explain terrorism, security and world peace…
You know the times when a seemingly well-meaning online acquaintance suddenly starts to get too close for comfort? When someone you barely know on Twitter suddenly asks you if they can have your phone number? When you can a private message in your facebook inbox that says, “Hey! I liked your profile picture so I copied it, can I have some more?” and you go…
