This essay examines how an object-based gaze shapes our understanding of work through force as imposition. By internalizing this gaze, we objectify ourselves and others. Reframing force as expression reveals work as inherent movement—an expressive unfolding of being—transforming how we relate to ourselves, one another, and the world.
What is abundance?
Let’s start with breath — this primordial rhythm.
No one can say they know its origin no matter how much they attempt to measure it.
There is so much knowledge and wisdom embedded in the unknown. Thus, when one says, “I do not know” it does not always mean one is not wise. Quite the contrary. The unknown is a headroom. The ever sprawling horizon. It is an ordered hierarchy that discreetly and patiently hold the missing pieces of our logic, waiting for us to weave our way to it.
The year 2023 was marked by global challenges and tragedy, particularly in Israel and Gaza. The author sees hope in the ordinary citizens protesting for a more harmonious world. They inspire everyone to stand up for a better future, emphasizing the beauty at the core of humanity. The coming year is seen as an opportunity to advocate for peace and a more honorable concept of humanity.
This essay is a short recount of my time in the city of Bloomington in Indiana. In the later part of the essay, I shared lingering thoughts about the dialectics of the future.
“Truth is bitter” is an all too familiar expression. As it seems to me, the expression borrows its validity from an understanding of “bitter” as the opposite of “sweet” – chocolaty, ice-creamy, sweet – as such, the antithesis of comfort and the comfortable. Many English words and adages ought to be passed through the scrutiny of a renewed gaze if they are to retain in them anything of a life-giving, regenerative meaning. “Truth is bitter” carries within it something of a malediction, an indictment, a condemnation even before Truth is born. Truth becomes judgemental even before it has a space to form itself into a revelation. Truth is bitter because there continues to be a hegemony of Truth, or more leniently, a truth that supersedes other truths. Truth is bitter because it fears being contested and doubted. Truth is bitter because, for a long time, it has been conflated with “facts”. Yet in a world where facts are synthesised and manufactured – like wearables are churned out from sweatshops – and sold for profit to keep …
I am in a different mood today. So I am going to write about running. But first, let me say that this post is not about grandiose achievements. It is about little steps. I have been running for months now. Although I cannot yet call myself a serious runner, I have learnt a thing or two about my body and mind since I took up running on a more regular basis. I am in Berlin. As I write, it is as cold as February can be. Despite the fact that there has been some talk about how this is one of the mildest winters ever, the temperature is at a range of minus two to one degree. In the week I arrived from Lagos – that was some two weeks ago – the temperature went up as high as 11 degrees. I thought then it was too cold to run. This week, I have been terrified by the thought running. This cold messes with my head big time. But yesterday, I summoned the courage and …
DIARY OF A BORDER-BEING 