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Agentic AI Ruins Our Dependency

  Savour the time to ask some non-physical entity to do huge tasks for my own sake. I am not interested in bundled codes doing work for me. What I want is a physical entity like me, one that does what I ask, my way. Why should I pay companies millions to propose something that is not tangible? It is simply a mental entity from my side. I think we are being duped by clever people who are in it for the money. Yet the original premise was to save the world. I wonder—from what exactly? Agentic AI is an AI that basically works for you so you don’t have to. Let’s cut to the truth here. There is no need for verbose English or computer science mumbo jumbo to reach this conclusion. It is an ancient rite of existence: entities build other entities. So far, we are the next entity that was created. Now we are tired and exhausted, so we are paving the way for the next entity after us. We are bound to this process, and no one can escape it. If we fail, we resort to slavery—using other humans for...
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How to Ignore Border Patrol

  Here’s a story. Once upon a time, a president landed on Mars, wearing a red tie, an expensive suit, and accompanied by a few bodyguards. He arrived on a giant eagle that could breathe in outer space. Once he had arrived, he began to look for water. He couldn’t find any, so he ordered his guards to search for signs of water. The guards searched far and wide. For long hours, they spread in every direction until they reached a point where there was a fence. Beyond that fence stood a humanoid bathing in a pool filled with plenty of water. The guards alerted the president. Once they arrived, he demanded that the water be given to him. The humanoid ignored him and continued bathing, splashing, enjoying itself. The president ordered his guards to attack the fence, break it, and take the humanoid out of the water. The guards broke the fence, raided the compound, and surrounded the humanoid, calling it out. The humanoid stopped splashing and stepped out of the pool. It had a large body, t...

Venezuela or Oil

  Tell me if I am wrong: is desperation equal to ambition and passion? Is it something related to hunger or greed? Is money so scarce that we still want to extract things from the ground and manufacture more obsolescence? Can you answer these questions to the point where you would call the next person an uneducated writer? Even academics, I doubt they have the juice to read anything without strong verbs that often don’t make sense. But what makes sense? Invading a country, taking its leader, legal or not, and then bringing him to your own ground to prove him wrong? Is that normal? Is money normal? Is oil normal? Are billionaires normal? Is the top one percent normal? What is not normal is taxpayer normal. It is not civilian normal. It is not international law normal. I am African. D oes that mean the U.S. can one day decide to take over visibly under the pretense of imagination? The wars on terror are not wars on terror created by perceived evil; they are created by the decla...

A Little Rain Then

  My book, The Little Rain Girl , has just been published on KDP. I am excited about the journey it took to get this far. Many ups and downs, but finally readers get a chance to experience this piece of work. It is very poetic, with language that is often thematic. The idea of having a central character transform into something else makes it even more interesting to read. If you are interested, click the link below for more information. There’s a chance you could become part of the Rain Circle. In The Little Rain Girl , you will meet Madonna, Cast Shadow, Cast Wind, Icarus, and the desperate Aunt. If you are interested in a story designed like a stage play but written as a novel, blending fantasy with the nature of mythology, then read this story. Discover the ups and downs Madonna goes through in order to reach the heavens and sacrifice herself for the rejuvenation of the land of Loop. It is a story imagined like a fairy tale, where a character enters a different world. In the l...

Agentic Symptoms

    Something isn’t right. I mean, where do we get the idea that a few iterations in code change what the function of that code actually does? For some clever guys, they instead want to name everything just because of the hype. The most common word nowadays is “agentic.” It definitely sounds more like a biological microbe to me than an actual artificial intelligence. Since we now have ChatGPTs, and their companions sprouting like tasty mushrooms, we find ourselves delving into word associations. A little tweak here and there, and we start changing the naming of the technology to something so grand that it turns average know-how into a perplexed entity. Do we have to be so intelligent that we place the world on notice about everything we do? A browser is a browser—why call it an “agentic browser” ? So that when you finally understand why it is called a browser, your mind just goes, oh my, how far have we fallen with technology. The drive to be the first is like an addict. Ev...

When Prayers Summon Power: Akanni’s Journey with Yemoja and Ogun

  “How is it possible? Why isn’t there any mercy?” Akanni asked. “I am here to answer all your prayers, not just the ones you offered recently. I’m talking about all your prayers—even those you once uttered for your mother, your friends, and even your enemies. All of them will be answered.” “Give me wisdom to understand what you are saying, for I have prayed—most of which I do not remember.” “You asked for a child. Your womb is filled with one, isn’t it?” “Yes.” “You asked for bread and water, and you were given them.” “I’m grateful for that.” “You cried in pain when your father was lost. I found him for you.” “Yes, my father is with us. I am thankful for that.” “Once you were a happy child. You had a good life with your people. You were helpful, even to the beggars.” Yemoja stretched her hands toward Akanni’s face, sending warm heat deep into her being. Akanni shook, helpless and a little agitated, as if waking from a deep sleep. She felt some comfort; her fear had vanis...

Orisha of Womb and Water – Part 3: Akanni and the Goddess

  Yemoja moved.   Her feet felt the rubble beneath them, coated in dust left behind by a storm from outside. Akanni stepped back, frightened by the sudden appearance of this goddess. “I am but a woman,” she pleaded. “Please, do not harm me.” She bowed again, pressing her forehead to the floor. In her heart, she believed this gesture honored the gods. But she was wrong. Yemoja approached slowly, her voice sounding like the harmony of many angels. “Look up,” Yemoja commanded. Akanni raised her head, her heart trembling with fear of the unknown. “You do not need to tell me who you are,” Yemoja said. “I know. I am here to answer all your questions.” “Asheh,” Akanni whispered. “I am grateful—very grateful. May you be worshipped forever.” “Silence,” Yemoja said sharply. Akanni forced herself to truly see what was before her. She had never witnessed anything like this—not in all her life. A divine being, manifested in the flesh. In her world, the gods were only stories. P...
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