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As a child, 
I always imagined God 
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard. 
I imagined Him 
sometimes looking at the stars, 
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth. 
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have 
in the world today. 
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly…. 
My grandmother then told me: 
“Clouds have very keen ears. 
They listen to your mouth and heart.” 
“Trees have keen sense of touch. 
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”. 
“The Sun has keen eyes. 
It sees what you are thinking”. 
She told me everything was part of God, 
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God…. 
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web 
we call time… 

In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…



A Collaborated Poem with Teddy Kimathi
Copyright © 2016 July 20th

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