The Invoice

And so, it was revealed that load shedding was a conspiracy to siphon all the country’s electricity and use it to resurrect an ancient, ancestral spirit. Small groups of speculation pundits and theorists claimed that extraterrestrials were responsible for draining the current, but aliens are nothing but an American fantasy. Anyone with a working mass... Continue Reading →

Inside the Bowels of the Livingstone Museum

With its dark staircases and the scarcely lit corridors synonymous with most government-run institutions; the Livingstone Museum is a bit of a labyrinth. It’s also the oldest and largest museum in Zambia. Located in (you guessed it) Livingstone, it houses exhibits chronicling the country’s past, including eerie “witchcraft” relics and prehistoric artefacts from the Stone... Continue Reading →

A Corpse Along the Dirt Road

Word that there was a corpse along the dirt road travelled at the speed of morning gossip, and speculation about the cause of the man’s death droned like the flies jealously guarding his body. He was in debt with jerabos. He was drunk and capsized on a rock. His wife had sent assassins after him.... Continue Reading →

Are We Losing The Imitation Game? – The Perils and Pitfalls of AI

Ever seen The First Horror Movie Written Entirely by Bots? The one where "Mr Puzzles Wants You to be Less Alive"? It's a bizarrely funny blend of horror tropes Netflix released on YouTube sometime in 2021. They claimed that its script was the freakish creation of a bot that watched over 400, 000 hours of horror movies. Its low-budget 3D animation, weird text-to-speech computer voice acting, and disjointed threads were the absurdist comedy gold I didn't know I needed. I laughed hard at the mechanical storytelling and the inability of this artificial intelligence to comprehend the complexities of human terror. But the joke was on me.

Of Thunder & Human Swamps

My eyes stung a little and remnants of teargas caused tears to stream down my cheeks. I could barely see the man I was negotiating my cab fare with. It was hard to tell whether this was because of the leftovers of the riot control gas or the mini-bar fridge’s worth of beers I’d consumed.
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