The Ether

my space to be unflinchingly, unabashedly, uniquely creative

  • on ai in finance: balancing innovation and risk

    Artificial Intelligence (AI) is reshaping the financial landscape, bringing both significant opportunities and inherent risks. As financial institutions integrate AI into their operations, they must navigate a delicate balance between embracing innovation and managing the associated challenges. An article I read last Sunday highlights AI’s potential to enhance efficiency and reduce costs across the financial Read more

  • I left you as I left me, still, in July

    To let you love me, was to let me love myself– a thought that came to fruition as the physicalmemories distorted themselves into fixtures of light.Fragmented into two distinct distillations ismy disjunct recollection of what happened in July. I have a trifling tendency to remember theGood Times. Like when we explored your roomTentatively, propped up Read more

  • rumblings or ruminations?

    3:21am. i want to be vulnerable with you. i want to bring you into all the universes i create in my head until you forge a universe inside. i want to be known by you in the intricate way a bird shapes its nest a mole probes its tunnels i want to be exploredi’d like Read more

  • on music’s intricate tie to love

    i approach new music like a grieving widow. it’s a soulful, spiritual procedure that requires a full body dedication to appreciation, and yet i crave it so. this doesn’t mean there are few variations in my manner of listening. rather, every time i decide to dust off my headphones or my crusty jbl, my listening Read more

  • “Tujiangalie”: The Intersection Between Kenya and I

    Tujiangalie is sweet reminiscence, glorious resistance, and God’s merciful grace packaged into three minutes and forty-one seconds. My ears were first blessed by the melodies of Sauti Sol as a result of their classic hit, Short and Sweet. My family had just arrived at our village home in Nandi County. As we passed the unfinished Read more

  • glitter-tainted

    Mama conceals confusion with glitter-tainted grins. She’s using two hands to grip the pan and dropping  pillared pittances onto our plates. Instead of incandescent gratefulness we’ve lifted our noses at bartered blessings of ugali and spinach. This demarks our Machiavellian shift.  See, Mama and Baba leave us with hushed whispers and  forlorn gazes. Four years Read more