Fragments

When I read or write, there is always a ka-voice inside my head echoing every sentence along. That voice that guides one in decision making. Can you hear it right now? It changes when I read something written by a lady, my brain creates a mental picture and then my conscience generates a voice. The voice always sounds fluent when its just in your head but then your eyes register a pretty face you want to impress. Moments later you utter the words and its a total malfunction. The brain froze for a moment and the words played by your mouth came out with scratches. 

Sasa! U . . .Unaitwa Marvo? . . .I mean Naitwa Marvo. . .Unaitwa . .?

As I write this; I lie on my bed. Now 6''3, taller than I was a decade ago when it was made. I bend my legs a little to fit. I think about the cycle of life of an African child. I think about the universe. I challenge my brain with questions I cant answer.
How did life come to be? Yes there is the Bible and Charles Darwin but it is amazing to think about it. Again it is hard to think about without conflicting my religious beliefs so I move to the next thought. The brain. The human brain is fascinating. To think that we only use 10% of it is quite insane. What if we had access to 100% would we be able to fly?  Able to control our feelings and emotions? Able to instruct our cells to the kinds of hormones they produce?  Able to grow a beard when it is not registered in our genes? It would be nice right?  Imagine going for an interview and inflicting a No-Adrenaline policy on your cells, to maintain your composure without any anxiety.

I wondered how IQ is measured. Then did what anyone could do. Googled it. IQ is not measured by placing wires connected to a computer on your head like cartoons have fooled us (or me at-least) rather a person's capacity to learn is tested using various measures of intelligence including mathematical ability and short-term memory. Marilyn vos Savant (google her) was listed in the Guinness Book of World Records for five years under "Highest IQ" for both childhood and adult scores, with an average IQ score of 228.Currently highest IQ ranges from 250-300, medium IQ is 85-115 and low IQ falls around 50-80. Judging from my performance grades in school I am probably among the highest IQ. Yeah, that's right, you think qualifying for a math-contest (just once) in High-school was easy. My class was fierce in Math, we called it dhafu. Being among the best five for the first (and only) time to me was like Christmas-come-early. Honestly though I think most of us Africans are bundled in the medium IQ, lest Wakanda Kingdom would really exist.

Just the other day I watched a nature documentary. I learnt that wild animals,  like giraffes, spend half of their life time eating. I guessed the other half is walking,  drinking water,  running from predators and repeat.  Not a very exiting lifestyle choice. Then it hit me. Aren't people the same?  We are born,  go to school, find a job,  marry get kids who repeat the cycle. Though only that smooth for developed countries and the rich in poor countries. Those in developing countries have to struggle with poverty amidst the life cycle.

I think patience is the one attribute in man (and woman) that deteriorated as generations passed from one to the other.  (apart from the major things like the ozone layer and the soil composition) People now-a-days love short-cuts. Why go the long way when I can simply get something faster? Why spend four years in school when I have the money to make fake certificates and i have the connections to land me a job? Why run miles of practice when you can simply take steroids to run faster? This explains corruption and to some extent the advent of many youngin's turning to sports betting to salvage themselves from the turtle-speed economy in the country. 

Mum too agrees that millenials have lost patience. I asked her when she walked in to check on what I was doing all quiet in my room. She's infuriated by my closed curtain and goes on to comment on my love for darkness. I totally ignore her and inquire as if she never spoke. 

"Mum do you think patience has been lost over the generations? Like people are no longer patient, they just want to get rich fast"

She totally agrees and explains it in so much detail that I want to tell her to stop. But I let her enjoy time engaging with her son. Which she doesn't get enough of. I ask her why there are no longer inventors? Then she gives me a profound quote "Necessity is the mother of invention" I quickly put it down on my notes so that I'll remember to write it here. She explains that inventions have almost filled the world that we have reached a point that almost all human needs are satisfied by machines. Everything has been made easier by technology thus once there is no more need, people relax and inventions reduce. I wanted to invent something when I was young. A simple machine so that I could name it Marvin catapult 5000 or 1.0 (one point O)

How many generations do you think will live after this one? will the world make it to year 3001? If it does I hope I come back as a cloud. So that I can hover all over the planet. Watch over my lineage. Bless them with rain. Strike their enemies with thunder. He-he. Talking of clouds, I think of Mars. Do you people follow NASA missions to mars. (and am not talking about NASA Tibiim!) It's interesting stuff. A journey to mars takes almost a year. So far several Rovers (Robotic Vehicles) have been sent to gather intel on the planet. Apparently they sent back pictures that prove there was water on mars.

Together we stand and divided we fall. Yes. More-so when you need the muscle. But not always. Sometimes crowds are like dead weight. Fragments should not always be seen as broken pieces but parts of something beautiful.