Vibes,Youths & Harmonics



I suppose one of the challenges that comes with forgiving 70 times 70 times 70 times, is having to submerge the buoy of ‘trusting again’ in the waters of aftermath(s). In concrete term, time travel is a mathematical aesthetics. How come the dust of hullabaloos of a distance past  seem declining to  abate?


Perhaps one of the reasons the sheen of glitz,  pulsating the glamour of EPL, wouldn’t dim to a sulk anytime soon, in spite  of energy drains at contacts and abrasions in the field of play, is the kaleidoscope of  skill infusion allowed from just about any hue of human species packed uniquely , quantifiably, with a commensurate reward system to a convertable  potential. Adding meta tags of intergral value into the  deep-learning curves to meet the satisfying needs of the players and the teaming fans.


The sporting world in general seem more of a live size laboratory where experimental works curetted through stretching of human limits, in accordance with the ethos of the Olympic games,stretching beyond friendship: “higher, faster and longer”. Where athlete’s kinetics meets placebo effects, altered consciousness,  science applications in the hues of synthesis, converged into man’s aspirations, in a catalyzed cauldron.


Much as Rattus-rattus served to catalyze clinical trials of drugs in human related treatment of diseases and its allies. There goes the beauty in diversity we dream of. Seemingly, growling into a pipe dream. Why? An asymmetric alliance of ethnic vehicles got a hackney permit to travel a mile too many, too long, in a quasi vertical and horizontal synthesis of her socio-cultural consciousness along the evolutionary tree. Who farts while bearing the needling bulk of the blame game? You may have heard, ‘cos it’s been variously adduced to poor Leadership. I beg to defer in part.


I suppose it’s a hybrid blame game tussling between leadership and followership. Great coaches kicked a career rolling first being a great player in praxis or practice or in both. In same breath a player datum’s above average either by nature or nurture to worth his/her salt, most times by both. Without great play, there was never great coach.


confused beeA great player is he who packed 5000 work hour enough to evade booking from the prying eye of the referee, evade tackle from opponent, evade fallouts of envy, pride, amidst teammates et al, shows up when it matter most, to put the ball fair and square at the back of the opponent’s net, stop’s the ball from crossing his goal line, rise above the defense strategy of the opposing playing coaching prowess, innovate winning moves  in a deadlock situations, and when the team playing style stalls, etc.  Inside the follower seems to lies the leader. Like the wave- particle paradox in physics, you seem to do better not been caught struggling against a resisting system, while you could up your game to beat a wavy curve ball round the wall of resistance, yet pouch for a goal!


Just before a walk into a qugamire from both ends. May I suggest that one of the duties of , a leadership is to put in black and while the blueprint of the interphase of their gizmos with the public software. Where citizenship could determine ahead of time in a simply term ,the workings of her Operating Systems, if it is an IOS, MAC, apple or indeed a “Blackberry”, that the youths may develop custorm built apps at their beck and calls to fit  Snuggly without conflict of interest.













A visiting Canary


The chitin forming the exoskeletal armor of a trespassing German cockroach in a hook and loop mode, lashed on the ceiling wall, leaves no one in doubt of its resilience and resistance to phenotypical changes in 2.5million years!


The momentum generated by a 1.5meter long broomstick on a targeted Whamming swipe could generate a momentum as much as 20kgm/s, that’s about half the force, required to swing  a medium sized sledge hammer. That’s about able,pehaps more than able to induce vertigo and animate unconsciousness if no confirmatory test green enough to pronounce; “goodbye to you an acient pest” as Humpty-dumpty had a great ‘fall’. The in-animated critter got an unbefitting toss off the broomstick before an entrance door slab.


In 30-seconds or so,a canary made a vertical cushioned egg like landing, ignoring my stealthy observation. Carefully pulled the 8-pieces of barbed legs off the joints, methodically took turn to swallow each. You had thought she is a piece meal table mannered feeder, until a torso pruned clear of tactile strands of barbed shafts but winged capsule stared her in the face. I had no idea what imagination ran the gamut of her cocky narrow head, she gazed her lifeless sculpt, 5-seconds counting.


In one piece head long gulp, down the gullet, of a bungee dive, ‘the undertaker drew level with her job’, pisappearing across a shortened neck! In a vertical take-off smarter than F-22 at peak performance, She dematerialized deep into the thinner part of the air.


Hook & Loop

hook & loop

“It is imperative a wooden spoke is spotted from a convenient distance if it must not piece my eyeball”. A local adage says. Though that precludes, perhaps tucked in the detail is the “hidden charges” of possible color blindness, its relative speed of approach, its angle of protrusion, its space in time, barring other constrain variables but an emergence from a blind spot.

Much as ‘John the beloved’ cried to a husk onto salvation, seemingly to the birds of the air in the wilderness, proclaiming the coming of Christ, yet He tarries. So had the physicists, si-fi gong woo, etc proclaiming the coming of ‘Super-human bots’. Crying husk on the chilling possibility of the Homo-bots, morphing into a ‘soft-fascist’, exponentially empowered to call the pecking shot to the grunt of mankind.  Could we possibly be too awe to add the suffix ‘bot’?! When an AI writes its own programme,when nuclear fusion earn the respect of the favelas, it may not be hard to whine on the Stephen Hawkins’s submission on the “crush of the machine”. Much like the handling and the use of a 99% concentrated sulphuric acid.

It’s a decade past,in similitude of the “mount of transfiguration”, to experience the glow on the face of Moses in grasp of the tablets; “*ray kursweil to the left, *Celestine prophecy to the right” , held in place at the margin of a seamless binder, a state of the art scroll . Things that was, those that are, laced into that which is. That depends on outcome chosen to observe.

Metaphor seems to chime better things than the sounds of hyperbole to learn the scripture:” to hail the stones into pelting frenzy,rising to the podium singing His praise when men faint in faith”. You heard there are more than 50 “rock” elements of the periodic table, to etching of the components of apple-pads. A little more of rock bearing elements on humanoids, doubled as Robo-cops, to ask and to response to questions, readily exchanging accolades and security checks at Abu-Dhabi airport. A little more “stones”, then you get an unwitting ogle,pehaps a smooch from femonoids  in 2020  Olympics in Osaka, Japan.

A deeper mining of the “stone” via deep-learning on AR (Augumented Reality),”Caleb and Joshua” had likely dumped a conquest for a synthetic symbiotic nitching with the ‘Terminators’ “in the land God had given them to pocess”. Like a loop and a hook, how prepared are we for the fusion?  On the green merger of ‘live and let’s win’.

Save the last hunts

It takes an eye speckled of analytical genes to spot and to filter out micro-differences in the ‘source codes’ of our social physics and its perplexing detail (though not many know that, that uniquely comes easy with the autistics). A pool of talent hardly hunted.


To conclude independently that “character is a skill not a trait”, seemingly takes a selected few hunting discreetly by the pool of empathies. Barring smart hunt, one could literally hold the laws of thermodynamics i.e. the law guarding energy distribution- by the leach, culpable of the deeds describing Orwellian dictum in contemporary “animal farms”.


Have you wondered why the human specie is often vegetativly helpless until age three? Otherwise would wither away without support of older caregiver(s), however innately gifted. That seems a paradox standing logic on its apex, to consider our numerical and exploitative treat to other species and our pale blue bulb space ship.A chimp often conscious of its safety few weeks after birth.


Evolution seem blackmailing-ly slow, to the end of its denial by a substantial cloak of archaic religious text. That isn’t farfetched, by the records, micro organisms where not known until mid 19th century. Thanks to the French scientist, Louise Pasture for bearing the burden of proof. That  had been quickly followed up the cascade of findings by Crick et al. More so on the knowledge of base elements coding life (the DNA), the mapping of human genomes, in cahoot with the ICT world of ‘deep learning’, the larger than life acceleration in artificial intelligence, just to mention but a few, are redefining what it means to be a human. That seem to quicken the question of “why am I here?” ,to ‘’what am I”? Fast forward 20 years hence.


The urgency to make a home run with all these got feverish, perhaps more to those dopping high on the Sci-Fi morphine in affinity with the cosmos wonks. We could save the cost and energy of doing the needful, by freezing eco status-quo, reengineering, terra-forming “earth 1.0” .The cost of de-extinction may whittle from present non-green astronomical cost with time. That may not be air bourn at the present decimating pace of faunas, perhaps anywhere close to the speed of a “Blue Origin” on its vertical climb through the space, coutesy-Homo-sapien sapien! The anticipated policy changes had likely accelerate as the routing of neuro-transmitting stations of leadership add more zest to its free-energy .


rhino extinctI wouldn’t offer signage to less befitting podium than that mounted by the 39yrs old new French ace-man. Emmanuel Macron. The grease is warming faster at the poles, ditto the top of most leadership poles, his grip got to reinvent innovation to the tune of an octopus tentacles to secure the EU. To Save the Rhinos et al, as we lay the road map short circuiting the odysseys through the eye of the needle.




There seem no short supplies of putty in the morphs of probabilistic outcomes in a virtual sequel. More so in lieu of a world of the dystopian, in a bio-diverse eco-friendly prefaced future. The cost of trashing a virtual edifice built on scores of years of mental toil. Seem cheaper than an instantaneous ounce chipped off the block of its yeoman’s wreaking ball. A perusal of “Africa died in Biafra” by Chinua-Achebe just before “twilight”, need I add he transited to the ‘quantum hyper loop state’? Evidently packed kilograms of lead weight on the inevitable subject of deferred developmental activities, seemingly native to Sub-Sahara Africa in the committee of Nations.

For all historical muscle flexing which never was, Lagos “just before 50’, won accolade(s) for ‘Her Resilience’ in the face of mind bending global socio-economic crackles,a buffer state of some sought, short of saying “a thousand to my left, ten thousand to my right side”, the merged reality of the bogey men of economic, social and religious  imaginers beguiling bigger cities around the globe. Albeit, in an open-secret romance, locked within an estranged Pandora box. A kilt of gun powder.  A mulch in aerated cloud of dry woolly batches.Tagged: “Fantastically corrupt” , an official gazette. Courtesy- David Cameron.

Landmarks are morphing with symbolic erections, architectural of concrete jungles, of statue not only at “Y” and “T” junctions. A statue in modern parlance should supposedly be kilted with nostalgia to the aged, hope to the youth and a dream to the impressionable young’s. A wooden canoe in its simplistic carves, no doubt bears a syllogistic totem to the trade of its nativity .Due respect to hydro states.It equally seem riveted to primitive existence, evidenced in the disconnect, perhaps the paucity of competitive fishing and boat making industries. That had likely not fit aptly into the smart-ships we dream of.

When the foundations go quacking what can the righteous do? Simple! Kayak through the lines of the golden rule of a molecular clockwork of genetic milestones. Genes are meant to be decoded. CRISPS sleeves ever up.  Come 2050, by the grace and machination of singularity march, the unstoppable evolution of Meta intelligence,fermentation of the hive mind, expressed inadvertently by the xeno-transplant of the erstwhile Central library to ‘DNA Center’, right at the heart of Lagos Island. It seem not many are blind enough to see a neutron-star like industry, capable of packing astronomical value chain of commerce ,wealth and health, stored  in crypto currencies,embedded in the coming gene drives.Big thanks to the magical 2D world of graphene . 2050 is a time bound to those shuttered into a single frame  in the wound of cosmic celluloid. Please permit me  to address you as“M(s)r, Homocyborg”.

When “He” was to pump the pageantry into Jerusalem, ‘He’ demanded a virgin colt He did not own to be untied for an Uber ride , while the city lines with fabrics, clanging with cymbals and timbres, wailing Hosanna!! To the most high! The most high seem more of a xeno-transmute from the IoT (Internet of Things) to the IoN (Internet of Nothing) .’We are wealthiest when we begin to own nothing’.