So this poem is for cases and spaces hope laced on bright and happy faces Its for bravery That made us fly over oceans, rivers and sees to convene here at the IDRC… This poem is for children The ones whose lives we have gathered to improve Its for educators, the ones whose pains […]
Of asterisks and obelisks. History carved in monuments. Of numbers and their mantissa Tracking heartbeats in sync And of wailing and tired hearts Yearning for a new secession of the pleb Of the constant quest for direction Parents being led by those they birthed Of clothed bodies and naked souls Of unknown friends. Of known
I don’t usually write about politics, but this one, I simply couldn’t resist. Maybe I’m overthinking things, but hear me out. Some politicians have recently come together under the banner of the African Democratic Congress (ADC), positioning themselves as a united front to unseat the Jagaban come 2027. It’s a good sign for our democracy
Everyone who has heard about Generative AI…..USES GENERATIVE AI. Yes. I said it. Don’t let anyone lie to you. That 5,000-page report your boss is showing off might be the product of GROK, and of course himself too. A few months ago, I hired a short-term consultant to support my education data systems work. This
AI is not a buzzword. It’s not a phase that will go away after some time. It has become part and parcel of our day to day. In November 2024, three Google engineers, Julia Wiesinger, Patrick Marlow, and Vladimir Vuskovic, worked on a whitepaper titled “Agents”. The whitepaper first appeared on X (formerly Twitter) in
My quill isn’t broken. My ink jar isn’t empty or dry. On this literary journey—aspiring to be as engrossing as Kongi or as imaginative as William Wordsworth—I’ve come to realize that taking breaks as a creative is often the best recipe for producing exceptional work. Just as muscles aren’t built in the gym but during
So I got detained at the international airport in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso. I’ll tell you about it. I lived in the northern part of Nigeria for a few years. Mubi in Adamawa state precisely. I had some of my life’s best memories there. The friends that have now turned family, the Hausa and Fulfulde that
Well, scratch that title. It’s not what this blog post is about. The truth is, since the start of 2024, every time I dipped my quill in ink, it dries up before I compose anything coherent. Ladies and gentlemen, I am experiencing the block. A few weeks ago, I was joking around with a friend
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This is not poetry to tell you how wonderful you have been How you have been a guide, and a light unto my feet This is not a poem to tell you about how well you have nurtured me Or how invested you have been in my well-being. This is not a poem to tell
Kapuula…! May it rain. This is how greetings are done here. May it rain is a prayer, and a greeting too. The people of Botswana, like the rest of Africa, believe the rains are a blessing. When it rains, the farmers, who are the primary producers of food, are happy… So when you wish someone