Kafula.  ~Dare Ofegu~ "How long more?" I asked the Spanish guy with a grim face, thick brown beards, reaching from his temple to cloud his chin. He had a black tux on and a fine pair of black leather shoes. He was 6"2, brown eyes and straight large nose. The only odd, maybe.  "From now, just thirty minutes." His thick voice complemented the qualities. He seemed to had lived in the UK. If he hadn't, his accent wouldn't had been that polished, swift, and skipping on the letter 't'.  I was impressed by him, but got a little bit distracted, when Samantha walked into the enclosed area of the large office. Large but scanty. Just an office chair, table and a couch to a corner.  She got to and hugged me. A kiss in the lips right in front of the guy. I was taken aback a little bit. Of course I should be.  "Why don't we hangout a bit. You don't really have to work you know." Sh

    Oxford University. On campus.  ~Ninny~ "According to the sociologist, Sylvia Walby, Patriarchy is a system of social structures and practices in which men dominate, oppress, and exploit women. Social stratification along gender lines, in which power is predominantly held by men, has been observed in most societies." I grunted as Siri finished reading over the PC. I exhaled deeply and shook my waist a bit. I had been seated under the tree on a brick bench since over 15 minutes. I wasn't comfortable and I didn't want to go home yet. I'd rather stay on campus that go to meet that tacky Haya who wouldn't quit humming the hymns of Dare's praises.  "It's not as if she's getting any positive response." I thought out loud, forgetting that my project was the priority at the moment and not some bestie affairs.  I minimized chrome and opened Office Suite. It opened to the numerous rows of files. The first of them all

   Kafula. Three days Later.  ~Dare Ofegu~ "Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies. Nick Bostrom. Which should I start with?" Twas more of a remonstration as I picked a book to drop it. I have several books which explored the concept of 'Artificial Intelligence' on my work table. And now I don't know which to start with. The books ranged from Life 3.0 by Max Tegmark, Artificial Intelligence: A Modern Approach (AIMA) by Stuart J. Russell and Peter Norvig, The Singularity is Near by Ray Kurzweil, AI Superpowers: China, Silicon Valley, And The New World Order by Kai-Fu Lee, The Master Algorithm: How the Quest for the Ultimate Learning by Pedro Domingos to Human Plus Machine: Reimagining Work in the Age of AI by Paul R Daugherty and H. James Wilson.  To be sincere, I have no idea which to start with. Earning my own personal office wasn't enough. I had told Samantha to spare me an office well stocked with files and necess

     Oxford. ~Ninny~"The Shamanic Breathwork™ Process is a powerful healing process that inspires individuals to remember and reconnect with their own inner healer. As old wounds and dysfunctional patterns are released and transformed, individuals begin to regain lost soul parts and remember the magic of who they  truly are. Empowerment brings wholeness and healing back...""Pause Siri."I called forgetting that the AI has no sense of existence. It kept on reading,"into their own lives, to the lives of those they love, and to the  world at large. This process is highly experiential, and the wisdom and healing gained comes from each individual’s inner experience. Shamanic Breathwork™ honors and blends the timeless wisdom of ancient traditions with the emerging new paradigm methods of healing and teaching. It functions as the rainbow bridge between these two worlds, honoring the best of both worlds w

    Samantha's Hood. Weekend. A Saturday. ~Dare Ofegu~"I'm sorry to bother you, Dare. But it's about Kola."Maria started, as I slackened my pace on the leg press machine. I was working out in Samantha's gym house which encompassed numerous gym equipments, ranging from the abdominal bench, plyometric box, pull-up bar, incline bench press to the Pec Deck Machine and many more. She had called all of a sudden, and I'd resolved for answering the call with the airpod, thinking she had just called to check on me. I must have been very crushed by the pressure of Kafula to had forgotten that I had left Kola in the poor woman's care. Even though I remembered vividly that she had promised to take responsibility for it, yet I felt a little bit guilty about it. Probably I have been seeking an escape from the recent ruckus.  "What did the fucker do this time?""Be calm, Dare. You're breathing heavily."She