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Artificial Intelligence in Low/Middle Income Countries; The East African Experience

I recently received a request to be a speaker at an event that the Web Foundation, the Center for Global Development and Future Advocacy were hosting to discuss the implications of their recent work on the economic, social and political impacts of artificial intelligence in low/middle income countries. I wasn’t able to attend the event, held in London, in person but joined in via video conference and this was my little contribution: AI in low/middle income countries, the East African experience.

Madame, Can You Buy Me Some Lunch?

I am in a rush…
I’ve waited till the last minute, which seems to be my forte, to get to converting money.
Saturday afternoon. My cousin picks me up, he is heading to Westlands, has some afternoon plans I have planned to piggy-back on. We go via the Chiromo route and head to Westlands, cutting across Waiyaki Way at Kempinski. That back route to Westie which back in the day, pre-Kidero closing the roundabout at The Mall, you only ever saw when you were in a jav that was trying to evade traffic.

Take A Break, Don’t Quit

I’m on this journey…life. Yeah, let’s call it that. I am on the journey of life. I’m at this place on this journey where I reckon I’m finally learning a lot of things. Finally, not because I’ve been hard headed and refusing to learn or anything like that but because some things come with time and it has been quite some time since I started this adult-ing thing. ‘Real life.’ A lot of my favourite words (quotes) are starting to make sense, starting to take on new meaning. I am learning to say what I mean and mean what I say. I am learning patience. Patience. Patience. Patience. Did I mention patience?

Not That I’m an Afro-Haired, African Literature Reading Kinda Babe

I have had my nose stuck in a book all week, ever since getting to the conference. Spell bound. Every free moment relieved of its freedom by further creasing the spine of the book. Current read, Kintu. I inhale it day after day. Sometimes I worry that perhaps I am not socializing enough. Networking. There’s pretty impressive individuals in attendance at the conference.

people overestimate what they can do in one year and underestimate what they can do in ten

I often find myself dragged, more like enticed at the prospect of an open bar, to several tech-business-y events every so often. At tech-business-y events, to be honest, you are more likely to find more employers of techies than techies themselves.

Mother and Son

9 years old and he has just recently started insisting on getting himself prepared for the school day. It is allowed. Growth is natural, it cannot be stunted. He is much slower on his own but won’t take kindly to any assistance. “I’m not a baby anymore,” he will say to her. She used to sit by him as he went about his morning routine, in the hope that dictating instructions would help him pick up the pace, but even that he objected to. “I can do it on my own mum.” Now she makes sure he is up, then heads downstairs to wait for him, preparing breakfast. Today she’s been anxiously looking outside at the sky, wondering if the weather really was dreadful or if the darkness of dawn was simply giving everything a tint of dreary.