Emma ❂, @ahunnaya - Tumblr Blog

He said he would love me like a revolution, like a religion.

Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek (via emmaeatsstars)

While we do our good works, let us not forget that the real solution lies in a world in which charity will have become unnecessary.

Chinua Achebe, “Anthills of the Savannah” (via emmaeatsstars)

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Who said You could not love Or see the buds after monsoon Unfurl like her child’s hands Reaching For scattered rays of sunlight Streaming from the thatched roof? You are that light, Cajoling Trumpeted daffodils to trill, So twilight violets inspire her Calabar skin to glow like Fields of flame lilies aflame: You will blaze through her And cause the heart to grow.

Ahunnaya— “Growth After the Rains” (via ahunnaya)

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Know the meaning

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4 things that remind me of every love I’ve ever had

Emma

#2 pencils, ranunculus bulbs, clean sheets, fertile earth.

Cat

Film rolls, love notes, beer (Coors), Christmas trees.

Byllie

Rocket ships, plaid shirts, Arizona green tea, car wrecks.

Lennon

Silk scarves, milk tea, songs on repeat, wide brim hats.

Ashlynn

Hair dye, fuzzy pillows, pink lemonade, animal crackers.

Kaira

Pinterest boards, fabric, cartoons, sarcasm.

Bethany

French press coffee, Happy buddha statues, rings, calendars.

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I miss you 💓

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Happy Africa Day! ‘If I were not African, I wonder whether it would be clear to me that Africa is a place where the people do not need limp gifts of fish but sturdy fishing rods and fair access to the pond. I wonder whether I would realise that while African nations have a failure of leadership, they also have dynamic people with agency and voices.’ ~Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

your words are so beautiful and full of power... I'm glad that I've found your blog.

Thank you :)

⬆️ #RIPWalterScott (I did not create this)

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Bamako (2006), Abderrahmane Sissako

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You should know how to quietly cry after men who leave. You should learn how to move your feet till it dances and you must learn to fly away from the pain. You must learn how to do all these things and live through the day without hurting yourself. So, the day he marries another the day he calls on the phone begging for you to forgive him, you must remember to move your feet you must remember to dance and you must remember how to fly.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, you must know how to heal yourself (via theijeoma)

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I survived.

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Ahmed has a wife in Bauchi. He stops work to pray, you quietly watch him wash his feet with a smile on his face.

He loves Chai tea, drinking it on the roadside of his friend’s store. The Fulani music playing softly as they laugh.

Every Sunday, Musa his friend polished your Bata school shoes. Oxblood red. Those secondary school days.

Ahmed smiled when he saw you, he still calls you small madam, still listens to Fulani music, still has a wife in Bauchi, still drinks Chai and still stops working to pray.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

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Gerald Lawson is the person to thank for that PlayStation, Wii or Xbox you or your loved one is playing on. A self-taught engineer, he is considered a pioneer in the video game world for creating the single cartridge-based gaming system. #blackhistorymonth

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roseaangeli:

20-year-old student Ozge Can was raped, brutally murdered and her body was burned by 3 men. Happy Valentine’s Day from Turkey.

i am so fucking angry right now i don’t even know what to say i just want to smash a chair against the wall.

This is Özgecan Aslan. Look at her beauty. Look into her eyes. She was 20 years old. She was a student at the Cag University was studying psycholigie. After her friend got out, she was the last person in a little bus like this

The bus driver. His SON. Their friend. This is beyond perverticity. Look at this picture

This is one of the killers. Look at his filthy face. Do you see the scratches ? I think you know where they come from. She tried to defend herself.

i don’t really want to say more because i am seriously angry about this. She got raped. She was burned. She got her hands cutted of. She got throwen into a river. Fuck this. Fuck live. I don’t want to live in sorrow. I don’t want to cry for women who got raped. I don’t want to stay awake for the whole night thinking of a women who got killed by her husband. I don’t want to live like that. I don’t want to fear man like they were monsters or something like that. I don’t want to live under mens rules. I wan’t to live free. I want to be myself. Rest in peace dear Özgecan. You didn’t deserve this. I hope those filthy men will get their punishment. I hope it even if the justice in turkey is shit. I hope they will. last pictures i wanted to share with you. Özges mother and father (i’m so sad and so sorry for them)