RUMBLINGS OF A FOOL

Let’s be honest. You, yes you, probably have rituals. Even if you’re a proudly card-carrying atheist with Richard Dawkins on speed dial. Ever kissed your teeth when your football team conceded? Held your breath when passing a graveyard? Or prayed to the universe for your crush to reply your text? Boom. Ritual behavior. Turns out, you don’t need a religion to be religious. You just need a brain… and a little fear of the unknown. So… What  Is  a Ritual? At its core, a ritual is a structured, repeated, symbolic act. Lighting candles. Clapping three times before kicking a penalty. Going to church. Meditating. Pouring a bit of beer on the ground for your ancestors (Shoutout to Mbuya Nehanda and them). It’s not the action itself — it’s the meaning we wrap around it. Rituals are meaning factories. They turn ordinary gestures into spiritual power moves. Why Do We Love Rituals So Much? Because humans are squishy little bundles of emotion, confusion, and the deep, unshakable need to fee...

Imagine someone telling you this: “Just believe in God. If He’s real, you win eternal paradise. If He’s not, no harm done. It’s the safest bet.” Sounds clever, right? Almost like a religious version of “better safe than sorry.” Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Pascal’s Wager — theology’s version of gambling with cosmic stakes. Let’s roll the dice. Who Was This Pascal Guy Anyway? Blaise Pascal was a 17th-century French mathematician, physicist, philosopher, and part-time spiritual hype man. One day he basically said: “Look, we can’t prove God exists. But just in case He does — shouldn’t we play it safe and believe?” In his mind, belief was the winning lottery ticket. Even if it’s a long shot, eternity is too big a prize to ignore. Kind of like buying into ZESA thinking it’ll work during a thunderstorm. Low odds, high hopes. The Logic Behind the Wager (Spoiler: It’s a Trap) Here’s how the bet looks when you break it down: Believe in God Don’t Believe in God God exists Eternal reward God ...

Picture this: You’ve just decided that pineapple on pizza is a crime. Now, every time you see someone agree with you online, you’re like “Exactly! This is facts!” And if someone dares defend it? Blocked. Reported. Emotionally unavailable. Congratulations. You’re in a long-term relationship… with your own opinion. Welcome to Confirmation Bias — the brain’s unofficial hype man. Your Brain Hates Being Wrong Let’s not lie — your brain is a little insecure. It wants to feel smart, righteous, and justified. So instead of objectively processing new info, it’s more like: “Does this agree with what I already believe?” Yes? Cool, let’s screenshot it and repost. No? Ugh, fake news, biased, probably written by the Illuminati. It’s like hiring a detective to solve a mystery… but you’ve already told them who the killer is. And if the clues don’t match? Just ignore them. Or call them “spiritual attacks.” Faith vs Facts: Guess Who Wins? Let’s say you believe that prayer healed someone. Now, every time...

Let’s start with a moment of honesty: There was a time when thunder meant God was dragging furniture in heaven. Lightning? That was divine anger, obviously. And if someone got sick and started shaking? Demons. Case closed. But then along came… science. Plot twist: thunder is just air doing backflips, lightning is electricity showing off, and sickness? Germs, not ghosts. Suddenly, God was out of a job. Like a government minister with nothing to do except take credit. The Holy Placeholder The term “God of the Gaps” describes what humans do when our knowledge hits a brick wall: Insert deity here. If we don’t know how something works, obviously it must be God. “How did the universe begin?” God. “Why do people fall in love?” God. “Why does your gogo dream of fish before funerals?” …must be God. It’s not even malicious — it’s human. Our brains hate uncertainty. They want answers. Even bad ones. So, we build divine bridges over the gaps in our understanding. But the problem is… the gaps are s...

Let’s be honest — if humans had a dollar for every time we projected our own messy personalities onto the universe, we could’ve funded heaven by now. We imagine gods who get jealous. Spirits who need sacrifices like it’s Black Friday. Ancestral ghosts who remember that one time you skipped church in 2008. We give hurricanes names. We yell at our printers like they choose violence. We say “the universe wants me to…” like it wrote a TED Talk. That, right there, is anthropomorphism — the tendency to slap human features, emotions, and intentions onto anything that moves. Or doesn’t. It’s our mental party trick. And also one of the oldest tools in the human belief kit. ⸻ From Thunder to Thor — The First Weather App Back when the only roof we had was sky and the nearest weather report was the bones of your enemy’s goat, people saw lightning and thought: “Ah, someone up there’s in a mood.” Not “that’s a buildup of electrical charge in the atmosphere.” Nah. It was Thor, hurling tantrums and ha...

I used to think I was just nosy. Like, deeply invested in other people’s business nosy. But it turns out, I was just born with a brain that’s obsessed with other brains. Why did she blink like that? Why did he pause before saying “I’m fine”? Why is the pastor sweating before the Holy Spirit lands? Turns out, I was using something ancient and amazing — not gossip. Not witchcraft. But a mental superpower called Theory of Mind. No, it’s not a conspiracy theory. It’s the thing that lets you peek into someone else’s head — without needing ancestral spirits, prophet oil, or a spy camera from Wish. So… What Is Theory of Mind? It’s the ability to understand that other people have minds — thoughts, desires, intentions — that are separate from yours. It’s how you know your friend isn’t just being “quiet”… they’re probably still fuming from that shady comment you made at lunch. (Yes, Tawanda, they remembered. And no, it wasn’t “just a joke.”) Babies develop this around age 4. Before that? Eve...

I spent most of my adult life wondering why people believe what they believe. Why are people so ride or die for their religion? Why would your gogo risk a stroke praying louder than the generator during load shedding? Why did I have more debates with Jehovah’s Witnesses than I ever completed homework assignments? I wasn’t just curious. I was confused. I was that kid in Sunday School who asked the questions no one wanted to hear: “If Adam didn’t eat the apple, would we all still be naked in a garden somewhere, stress free and snacking on mangoes?” Safe to say… I got side eye. Not answers. And that’s where the journey started. Not with rebellion, but with curiosity. I wasn’t trying to burn down anyone’s church. I just wanted to understand. Not what religion says it is, but what it actually is. Not as a divine constant, but as a living, changing, breathing thing. Something that evolves. What If Religion Is More Human Than Divine? Here’s a spicy take: what if religion isn’t ...