Forget politics for a moment.
What should the South East look like by 2040?
If we had 14 years to deliberately build the South East we deserve, what would we build?
At what point do we trust the guesses from a guessing machine at 99%?
The guessing machine can always be wrong because itโs always just guessing. This is the part that makes humans indispensable in the age of AI. Validation might dominate the new AI economy.
The future of work is inevitably hybrid, which means human <> agent collab. Or at least that should be the aim.
Thereโs no question as to whether humans should lead and agents operate, because how can you โblameโ an agent?
The question is how much would humans be involved?
After @OpenAI Astraโs release yesterday scoring 99.9% on the ARC-AGI-3 benchmark, I think itโs become clear that AGI is no longer some distant hypothetical. About 15 minutes after the benchmarks came out, I booked the first flight I could find to Jackson Hole.
Iโve now decided to relocate here permanently and begin establishing a life with as little exposure to AI as practically possible.
Iโm currently evaluating houses based primarily on distance from town, whether they have a wood-burning stove, whether the water comes from a well, and how many important systems can still function if the internet disappears forever.
Iโve also started transitioning my daily life away from anything that could plausibly become agentic.
I paid for coffee with cash this morning. I asked a human being for directions. I bought a paper map. I have begun referring to Google Maps as โthe old system.โ
Iโm also looking into purchasing a horse. At this point horses remain one of the only major transportation platforms with no API, no OTA updates, and no realistic path to MCP support.
Iโve started moving important documents to paper. I bought a typewriter and Iโm learning which vegetables can survive a Wyoming winter.
Longer term, Iโm hoping to assemble a small community of people with complementary pre-AGI skills: farming, carpentry, dentistry, medicine and cooking. LMK if interested.
Whatever happens next, Iโve made my choice. Iโll be in Wyoming splitting firewood and waiting for the compute to run out.
This beast killed my primary school friends, six of my neighbours and he almost killed me too.
Christmas Day, 2011.
I was at St. Theresa's Catholic Church fetching water from their borehole because December is usually dry season in the North. Harmattan, dry skin and dry wells.
Our neighbours who were Catholics were already inside the church, singing and dancing. I think Father Achi was the one in charge of the parish back then and was presiding over the service.
I was with my wheelbarrow that i used in carrying water i fetched at the back of the priest's quarters when my friends saw me. They were outside buying sweets from the Hausa vendors.
We linked up for a bit. We talked. We laughed. After some time, they told me they were going inside because it was time for them to give their offerings.
I picked up my wheelbarrow and started leaving while they ran back to the church and that was when i heard the blast.
My ears immediately went deaf.
The force of the explosion pushed me to the ground. My gallons fell over and water started leaking everywhere.
I was in a trance.
I could see the smoke.
I could see people running towards the church and some out of it.
But I couldn't hear anything.
It was completely silent.
And that was when I saw them.
My friends.
Lying on the floor close to the church entrance.
The same boys I had just been laughing with a few seconds earlier.
Kalu.
John.
Ben.
Samson.
Tony.
That was when i stood up and ran home crying.
I was a child. I didn't understand terrorism. I didn't understand religious extremism. I didn't understand why somebody would want to blow up a church on Christmas Day.
That day changed something in me forever. This isn't something I read about in the news.
I was there.
And somehow, I survived.
People talk about terrorism in Nigeria using numbers.
How many people died.
How many were injured.
How many churches were attacked.
But behind every number are people with actual names.
People who had friends.
People who had families.
People who were supposed to go home that Christmas afternoon.
No matter where you stand on Ukraine, you'd have to recognize this is extremely problematic.
Not even 3 months ago this guy was Ukraine's Minister of Defence, meaning in charge of weapons procurement, including from Palantir - the company whose CEO is now the lead investor in his new private venture.
That alone should raise eyebrows, and not in a small way...
But also think about it from a European taxpayer's standpoint.
EU taxpayers have given literally hundreds of billions to Ukraine's war effort, much of it spent buying American defense technology - including from Palantir.
And now the expertise that spending generated is being privatized by those same Americans, and will likely be sold back to Europeans as a product.
There is a common talking point in Europe that goes "sure we're spending an eyewatering amount of money to support Ukraine but it's also an investment in European strategic autonomy - Ukraine's battlefield innovations will feed Europe's future defense capacity."
I'm not making it up, that's a real argument made by serious people, for instance the German Council on Foreign Relations (https://t.co/cPts72NyMl): "The defense-industrial integration of Ukrainian innovation with European production and funding capacity bears huge potential for Europeโs collective security. Increased cooperation would give the EU and Ukraine greater autonomy from the US."
This deal illustrates perfectly just how wrong that argument is turning out to be. The first major privatization of Ukraine's defense expertise is... an American-owned startup.
Lastly there is the Palantir angle, a company so problematic that many, if not most, major European countries - such as France, the Netherlands, Switzerland and even Germany - are actively cutting ties with it, citing threats to data sovereignty and national security.
And yet somehow the man who ran Ukraine's defense with Europe's money - the single most expensive investment Europe made in several generations - is delivering the fruits of that investment to Palantir's CEO in a private deal.
Make it make sense ๐คท
So, long story short, this is yet another chapter in what is becoming Europe's defining story: being the incompetent sucker in the room.
Celebrating My Eldest Brother at 75
Today, 30th August 2026, I celebrate my eldest brother, Dominic Ositadimma Obi, who turns 75. I celebrate him not merely because he is my elder brother or because of his age, but because he is an exemplary human being.
When I was Governor of Anambra State for eight years, he never came to my office or the Governorโs Lodge for a day seeking favours, as many might have expected. He is a planner and contractor who builds homes for people, yet not once did he ask me for a government contract.
Whenever we met, he would warmly embrace me and tell me that he was fine. He would then solemnly remind me to keep doing what I promised the people and never bring a bad name to the family and my community. He would tell me that whatever difficulties he was going through, many others were worse off, and that I should do my best for society.
I later came to understand that this was not peculiar to him alone. My family members had actually held a meeting and resolved that none of them would take advantage of my position as Governor. They decided that whatever good name I was building for the Obi family and Agulu must be protected. The same principle extended to my children.
Today, at 75, my beloved brother remains deeply concerned about Nigeria. Whenever we speak, he is full of prayers and good wishes. He constantly reminds me that if I have the opportunity to serve Nigeria, I should do so with honesty, integrity, and the interest of the people at heart.
Brother Dom, I thank God for the gift of your life and for the example you have set for our family. Your integrity, humility, contentment, and sense of responsibility are qualities worthy of celebration.
May God Almighty, who has graciously been with you all these years, grant you good health, His abundant grace, and blessings.
Happy 75th birthday, my dearest brother. -PO
โPlease, Nigerians, help me. My sister, who is an NYSC member, was kidn@pped alongside other corps members.โ
โ Nigerian lady cr!es out for help after her sister and other corps members were reportedly kidn@pped yesterday.
These group of Corpers were taken yesterday on their way to Abuja going from Bayelsa State camp. The vehicle they took was Peace Mass transit. My sister is among them and she has malaria right from camp. The kidnappers are asking for 20 million Naira. I donโt know what to do!
Hello everyone, please, I urgently need your help and attention. My sister and other NYSC corps members who left Bayelsa State yesterday were attacked along the Kogi Express Road. Sadly, the driver was killed, and the corps members were reportedly taken into the forest.
Up until now, we have not heard from them, and the family is deeply worried and devastated. We have contacted the police, but unfortunately, we have not received any positive feedback yet.
Please, I am appealing to the NYSC, the Federal Government, security agencies, and everyone who can help to urgently intervene and do everything possible to rescue them safely.
Please, we donโt want anything to happen to our loved ones. . They are someoneโs children, siblings and loved ones. Their lives matter.
Please help us amplify this message and tag the relevant authorities. We are begging for urgent action before it is too late.
(Chisom Ede Wrote)
I was heartbroken to learn about these students today.
Their dad had both kidneys fail and no one could fund their education. They were forced to drop out of school in December last year.
Their names are Emmanuella Ngaha and Jason Ngaha. They came by themselves from Owerri to Enugu this morning to attend our 2-week intensive bootcamp.
They were both high-flying students at Ambassador College, Ota. The boy was the best in Maths and Chemistry in SS1, and the girl has won so many national awards.
Today they are out of school with no hope of continuing.
They decided to use their last โฆ24,000 to take a bus to Enugu to attend the bootcamp.
Unfortunately, this morning they were defrauded of the โฆ24,000, which left them with no option but to beg for transport support until someone helped them.
A lot of young, bright children are going through a lot that is beyond their control.
We canโt let these bright stars lose their shine because of challenges beyond their control.
When I posted this, it was considered right wing โ a university had just claimed that saying it constituted a "microaggression." Now it reads as left wing, because it implicitly supports immigration.