Cries of an Utopian Moderator

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Being lonely is not something cool at all, but finding solace in an online community like steemit makes life meaningful.
From being an online community, I have made friends both offline and online. I felt the love via the one-love shared by the Nigerian community here on steemit. I really want this to continue, or so I hoped.

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My journey on steemit was going fine and upwardly, I was made an Utopian moderator. Success I say and you too will say. Utopian founded by Hive account@elear rewards open source contributors, but it don't just reward all contributions, their are certain rules that must be followed before it can be accepted.

That is where I come in, that is the work of moderators. We make sure users follow the rules, we uphold the Utopian values which are Originality and Quality. Hours turn into days into weeks and months I am still an utopian moderator trying my best to add value to the system in little capacity.

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Little did I know I am already in the black book of some users. Many users hate me, they despise me, they talk bad of me. My joy, laughter turned into cries not because of the hatred, but because they are friends I cherished and it will only lead me back to my lonely self.

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What have I done wrong, Where did I miss a step. These are questions that came to my mind and need answers. I sought out for the answers and got the reply.

They are not happy with me simply because of my moderating actions, they thought I could do more. Unfortunately I couldn't and they are angry at me, called me names. I will continue to uphold and support the Hive account@utopian-io values irrespective of whose ox is gored.