The Coin Without a Harbour
Shall We Hold Our Breath?
They stay awake all night trading crypto; anxious, biting their fingernails, their tired, puffy eyes—result of constant rubbing. Coffee is their favourite companion, just to stay awake long enough to make that deal.
The youth! No more cup in hand, begging for a job. They’ve found another way… the crypto way.
Sadly, the administration is only paying lip service. Minimal regulations have been thrown at it, increasing the peril of scams and fraud.
But quietly, the crypto market is rising—creating livelihoods for the youth.
Very soon, crude oil might not be the only egg in the basket. So… shall we hold our breath?
By: Sandra A. Aghaizu
The Coin Without a Harbour
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The Waiting Tide
The River Before the Crossroads
When the Winds Smell of Oil
When the Market Changes Its Shoes