Every Piece This Day
I think today they prefer to just be in the listening section, which is very good for them. Yes. We welcome Idea, Icon, Plus, Mindstormer to this space.
And I will see you and the other people that are on the next space that I cannot see their faces. Welcome to this space. Please, while we are here, let's endeavor to follow each other.
Follow and request for a follow back. Let's talk about poetry. It's what we do every Saturday, 9 to 11 p.m. from West African time.
So, you can catch us here. What we do here is talk about poetry and every form of creative. If you have it, bring it.
We are up for the task. I saw Ayo earlier. I think he left.
No problem. It's all good. So far, we've been blessed with powerful pieces from 20 to Grammy.
Has Grammy presented? To Bias, to Jeff, to Doof, to Auntie Shewa, to Plato, to Prince. Grammy, I called you earlier to come and present. I don't think you've presented.
Your piece is a really nice one that we are actually in it. So, please, go ahead. Okay.
Thank you so much, Paso. My network yanked me off. So, I would like to appeal to Tante to kindly help me put it on the dashboard.
It's on the comment section. My poem is titled, The Algorithm. Wait, wait, wait, before you say presenter.
Tante, is it there? Yeah, it's there already. That was the call. Thank you.
Alright. The poem is titled, The Algorithm, and it goes thus. I couldn't help but say this.
Most are lost in the matrix. Man met machine and folded to time. Now, the algorithm stays true.
Why do you need a follower count? Give life a fair trial. Even when the verdict sits in the coroner's mouth. Swift advancement at the speed of light.
Every piece this day stays glued to the tab, killing time. Trapped in the web, just numbers in a digital line. My name is Oken Charles, A.K.A. Grammy Boyd.
Thank you. You see this piece is short, but it's actually a depiction of our lives here in the algorithm. A while ago, I saw a short clip of an interview.
