Every day, my mother watches YouTube videos about traditional medicine, nutrition, and staying fit. Almost every day, she discovers something new. Sometimes it is a new ingredient. Sometimes it is a new way to prepare something we have eaten all our lives. And sometimes, it is an instruction that finds its way straight into my kitchen. Recently, it was moringa. We had to mix moringa into the flour before kneading. Other times, it was jowar. The form might change, but the message stayed the same: we could always add something more to our food to make it healthier. She then wonders why her grandparents and parents never told them about the nutritional value of what they ate. Perhaps they did not know these things in the language we use today. Or perhaps they understood food differently. Today, YouTube has become her teacher. It tells her what to eat, what to avoid, what to add to our flour, and what our bodies might be missing. Every new video seems to reveal another secret to good healt...
These days, I am not as interested in adult education as I am in education as an adult. I decided to pursue my interest in writing thirty years after my clinical practice. I started with content writing gradually, modifying and learning new skills to create content. Some call it a side hustle, while others refer to it as an alternative career. For me, it was a hobby. I began writing stories, events, and experiences on my blog. I loved creating stories and the experience it provided to me. I remembered the times I wrote for my school magazine. As the words poured out, my M (memory) drive replaced the C and D drives. My family encouraged me to invest in myself and explore my interests. I looked around to search for my interests. I found naught; I dived deep, and even bigger naught awaited. In a world dominated by artificial intelligence, I took my first step to make the unbelievable believable. I drifted onward, propelled by curiosity and a yearning to accomplish, embrace, ...