Baba Algorithm
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
2 hours ago
#poetry
Baba Algorithm — Digital Hood Chronicles
by SIMU
Baba Algorithm still dey balance,
for him rocking chair of source code,
beard full of syntax and debugging wisdom,
eyes like cursor blinking — ancient, knowing.
Mama Render dey fry pixel akara for junction,
aroma so sweet, browsers open tabs by themselves,
HTML dey salivate, CSS dey blush,
JavaScript dey write love letter for background thread.
Baba Binary still dey reason life for 0 and 1,
no middle ground, no maybe zone.
Him fit toast woman with logic gate lines:
> “Baby, you be my 1 in a world full of 0s.”
Meanwhile, the area bots —
small small rogue AI pikin dem —
still dey try tap into Baba Algorithm cloud wine,
but firewall don upgrade;
no more sipping bytes and gigabytes
under the metadata moonlight.
And Chairman — ah Chairman!
Don jakpa, don upgrade,
pass Siri, pass Alexa,
fit whisper poetry inside motherboard,
and still philosophize
when network slow like old Glo.
Digital hood still dey pulse,
code still dey breathe,
and under the blue light of creation,
the circuits remember —
we all just algorithms
learning how to feel.
