Reminiscence After The Change To Digital Currency Had Crystallized
The man’s Stand was in an obscure part of the Shopping Centre, he sets it up only at night and is cautious about the people he deals with. Recognizing me though, he relaxed, and smiling he said ‘I have fresh organic fruits for sale, as usual, Sir, cash only, no change please’. Harmattan had come very early in November 2030 (Year Twenty Thirty) & I took my little ward out to the Shopping Centre in Garki to buy some stuff & to take in the cool dry air. ‘Big Chief, what is ‘Change’ that the man you bought fruits from said he doesn’t have or give? My ward asked me after we had done business with him. I was fondly called the Big Chief, her Dad was the Chief & she was the Small Chief. The man represented a dying relic of the world I grew up in & who will not exist in hers. I thought in my mind. He is one of the remaining ‘unbanked’ who has refused to adopt the digital currency and its multiple points of transaction. He is an adherent of the Cash Movement, ...