THE AFRICAN SAGE

  She was born with fire curled in her core, A flicker that whispered: there must be more. So she wandered far on untamed feet, Chasing magic in every street. She sought it first in books and praise, In chalk-dust halls and classroom days. But knowledge bowed with quiet grace , No thunder shook her commonplace. She knelt in temples, sang with choirs, Lit incense sticks and sacred fires. Yet heaven echoed back her plea With silence draped in modesty. She tried on love, wore wedding rings, Dreamed of joy that marriage brings. But even vows and tender touch Were not the “more” she craved so much. She drank deep from the world’s delight, Danced in bars and kissed the night. But every high, when morning came, Felt dull, and somehow just the same. Then still one day, with nothing new, She turned inward , and the fire grew. Not wild now, but soft and wide, A quiet warmth she could not hide. She saw herself with steady eyes, No crowns, no wings, no grand disg...

  Have you ever stopped to wonder why today is called Friday ? Or how we ended up with a Bible that spans thousands of years in a single book? Or even why most of the world marks time with dates like "2025 AD"? Much of this traces back to Christianity, and especially to the role of the Catholic Church. In this blog post, we’ll explore how Christian beliefs were formed, who compiled the Bible, how Jesus came to be understood as God, and how Catholicism influenced even the calendar we use today.   📖 Who Compiled the Bible? The Catholic Roots of Scripture The Bible didn’t arrive as a finished product. It was compiled over centuries, with early Christian communities circulating letters, gospels, and teachings orally and in written form. It was the Catholic Church that played a decisive role in gathering and formalizing these texts. Key moments include: The Synod of Rome (382 AD) The Council of Hippo (393 AD) The Council of Carthage (397 AD) The...

When white smoke billows from the Sistine Chapel chimney, the world eagerly waits “Habemus Papam!” We have a Pope. This moment is sacred for many Catholics, a signal that the Holy Spirit has guided the Church’s cardinals in choosing a spiritual father for over a billion faithful. Yet beneath the rituals and reverent language lies a deeply human process shaped by politics, personalities, and, increasingly, contemporary global challenges. The Catholic Church, steeped in centuries of tradition, refers to the papacy as the Holy See and to the pope as the Holy Father . Such language evokes a sense of divine authority and spiritual supremacy. Over time, this has contributed to the mystification of the papacy, making it appear as though the Vatican is the unassailable epicentre of holiness on Earth. However, history and reason compel us to see things more clearly: Popes are, first and foremost, human beings. To be clear, the role of the pope is not insignificant. For many, the pope ser...

In the sterile hum of office light, There rules a boss with a sharpened grin Command cloaked thick in discipline. Where deadlines pulse and egos bite, By day, the Mosquito buzzes bold, A tyrant’s voice in meetings cold. He flits from desk to desk, a whine, Announcing wrath before it’s time. He doesn’t wait, he doesn’t mask, Each task a threat, each breath a task. A critic cloaked in open flame, No kindness shown, no hidden shame. Yet in the pantry’s softer gloom, Where silence breeds like office gloom, The Rat begins its quiet round, No stomp of feet, no warning sound. She smiles with notes that seem benign, Then twists your work in whispered line. She praises light, but darkly spins, A sabotage that softly wins. You feel the bite but not the blow, Till blame takes root and starts to grow. One stings and leaves a swollen welt, The other gnaws at how you're felt. One wounds with rage, and one with grace Both strip the soul, erase your place. And worse, at...

  In the chessboard of international politics, economic sanctions have become a favourite move. They're pitched as a peaceful yet powerful way to punish "rogue nations" , those accused of violating human rights, pursuing nuclear weapons, or undermining democratic principles. On the surface, it's a smart alternative to war. But look a little deeper, and a troubling pattern emerges. Sanctions, once tools of global accountability, are increasingly being used as instruments of manipulation and control, often serving the interests of powerful nations rather than shared global values. This blog explores the delicate dance between multilateralism, sanctions, and sovereignty, and why we need to pay closer attention to who's calling the shots. 🌐 The Ideal: Sanctions as Collective Justice In theory, multilateralism is about cooperation among nations, ensuring that no single country dominates the global agenda. Sanctions, when imposed by groups like the United Nation...

  Like trees, we stand (until we fall), We breathe, we eat, we poop , we sprawl. Our blood runs red, our feet touch dirt, We cry in pain, and sometimes flirt. We grow, we shrink, we sometimes thrive, Though many don’t make it out alive. Our blood runs red, our feet touch dirt, We cry in pain, and sometimes flirt. We grow, we shrink, we sometimes thrive, Though many don’t make it out alive. But lo! Unlike the docile fern, We’ve got a brain , and thus we yearn. We built machines, and rules, and clocks, And boxed our lives in paradox. We made a thing called “nine-to-five” And call it living to survive. With systems vast and norms absurd, We chase success, that flying bird. We measure worth in numbers, fake, And dream of yachts we’ll never make. We buy what hurts, we sell what heals And wonder why we miss our meals. Inflation, say the learned few, Is growth ! (just don’t ask: growth for who?) We print fake coins, we hoard and clutch, Then praise the rich fo...