On Coronavirus and Universities Me: Did you hear? Imhotep: Hear what? Me: That they are closing universities; Going online; Coronavirus things. Imhotep: Urh, a number of departments, as we know it today should have been closed a long time ago, wellllllll before the coronavirus incident. Me: [looking non-plussed] Imhotep: Surprised? Are you surprised by my Read More
The first desirable step to knowing God is knowing about him. Knowing God is a personal affair but knowing about him, one could say is doingTheology (with the capital T). [1] An improper or flimsy knowledge about God might interfere with knowing God. That is, people of faith might drift away when the reasonableness of falling Read More
One: Nubia, Mimesis and the Philosophy of Preferences I do remember, quite vividly, dancing to ‘Segun Akinlolu’s jagbalajugbu when I was in junior secondary school in my parent’s backyard, say age eleven, twelve. This was in the early 2000s. My back, slightly bent. Arms formed a V-shape. I made my legs take turn to split apart Read More
Imhotep is gradually becoming a charm and he stopped coming on the second Friday of every other month. He now shows up frequently but his appearance is now immune to any precise predictions. I continued to take notes in my dream notepad sitting right by my bed lamp, and my friends continued to ignore my Read More
Long, long ago, during the days of the great Macows. When the earth shook of wisdom, down to its knee. During the days where great and sincere intellectuals were easy to come by, like sands on the beach. A group of intellectual itinerants were particularly famous. They roamed Siaulai and had occasional and fecund lectures Read More
Timothy Tableau: The Mark Zuckerberg Professor of Philosophy Pete Palu: The Florida Power Professor of Biology They both walked the corridor in their usual manner. They sat in the patio, on the same wooden bench that had been beaten, almost to death, by the violent southern rain. Tableau: You should probably know Zizek, or like him. Read More
1234 Evening Road, Filaba Trans Company, Zimbabwe Sept. 25, 1959, Professor T. Jones, 315 Borbon Street, University of Trifton. Dear Professor Jones, My name, as you can see, is Mukasa. I am a Mathematician in Zimbabwe; and you can say I am a mathematician by day, a philosopher by night. We met once Read More
Soon, their voices began to percolate through my red old jarrah-wooden door. I changed my sleeping position, rotated 180 degrees away from the door, and threw my cover cloth over my head to see if I could reduce the sound waves from balking my sleep. I failed. I put on my ear plugs, but, gush, Read More
One: Grad School Sounds Easy This semester I served as an ambassador of the Biochemistry Graduate Program at The University of Georgia. We met with a few prospective graduate students at lunch a few weeks ago; and of course, like most graduate student ambassadors, folks always fall into this trap of saying the good stuff. Read More
One: What is True? “To say of what is, that it is; or of what is not, that it is not, is true.” I didn’t say that, Aristotle did, and what do I think? I think that is true. Two: Does Truth Exists? Let’s battle an assumption head-on, if we can define truth, does that Read More