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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...

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...

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...

Orisha of Womb and Water – Part 2: Akanni's plea

  Yemoja moved—her feet brushing against the rubble-strewn floor, still coated in dust left behind by an earlier storm. Akanni retreated, startled by the goddess’s sudden movement. “I am but a woman,” she said, trembling. “Please, don’t bring harm to me.” She bowed again, pressing her head to the ground. To her, this act was reverent—a proper show of respect to the gods. But she was mistaken. Yemoja stepped forward slowly, her voice echoing like a choir of angels. “Look up,” Yemoja commanded. Akanni lifted her head, gripped by the fear of the unknown. “You do not need to tell me who you are. I know. I’m here to answer all your questions.” “Ase! I am grateful. Very grateful. May you be worshiped forever—” “Silence!” Yemoja interrupted. Akanni forced herself to focus on what she was witnessing. She had never seen anything like this—not in her entire life. The physical manifestation of the divine. In the world she grew up in, the gods were only known through stories pass...

Orisha of Womb and Water – Part 1: the Temple of Yemoja

      Yemoja, radiant goddess of womb and water, appears in divine brilliance. 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—w...
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