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...
Orisha of Womb and Water – Part 1: the Temple of Yemoja
In the fading echoes of an ancient world, where the divine walked among mortals, one woman dares to cry out to the goddess of fertility, water, and womb — Yemoja. Her name is Akanni, and she comes bearing prayers of desperation. What follows is not just a spiritual encounter but a reckoning of memory, mercy, and forgotten power.
The words “Ase! Ase! Ase! Ase O!” rang like temple bells in the enclosed shrine—once known only to the true worshipers of Yemoja.
Like a pillar of light, she sat before the devoted one, a presence of comfort, peace, and serenity.
The goddess—Yemoja—radiated a brilliant blue light that shone into the devotee’s eyes.
Akanni knelt in full submission. She shielded her eyes from Yemoja’s dazzling brightness, murmuring words under her breath. After every sentence, she paused—waiting for an answer from the goddess.
But amidst the requests, Yemoja remained unmoved, seemingly unbothered by her surroundings. Inwardly, she wondered how she came to be in this radiant blue form. Her arms, her head, her chest, and the feet planted firmly on the altar—none of them resembled those of the other gods.
She was majestic.
Full of glory.
Akanni came for answers. She wanted some higher power to give her a reason for her sudden suffering.
She pleaded fearfully,
“I pray to you, Yemoja—goddess of fertility, nature, and earth. I pray, O Yemoja, to give me what I don’t have.”
Yemoja glanced at Akanni and swiftly answered,
“What problem do you have, my daughter?”
Akanni felt perplexed. Crouched on the floor with her head on the ground, she wondered if the one she was praying to was truly being serious. She quickly dismissed the thought and replied,
“It is not going well for us—especially for me. Soon we will all die, and there is no hope for anyone to save us. That’s why I’ve come here, before you.”
“Aye! Aye! I’ve heard your cry many times. Your prayers come to me even before you utter them. Troubles—I know them all. That’s why I am here, to hear from you. Tell me, what’s troubling you?”
“We are dying. I’m dying... My people don’t have a chance to live. The people that hate us have come to slaughter us again. I ask for your help. Have mercy on us. Hear my prayers.”
“Your people don’t know me. They have forgotten the ways of their ancestors.”
Yemoja’s divine hands gently touched Akanni’s back. Akanni lifted her head and looked. The bright light that had filled the conclave receded, becoming a human form standing in the midst of an altar, slightly above her.
- Written by KJBeya
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