Afastamento de Ayokunle

A Nigerian who sometimes Lives in Cape Town, I don't create enough to call myself a creative but a nigga working on it. Law Student, Language fanatic (learning Portuguese and French), left leaning ice cream eater.

[soracities]

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

[paper-mario-wiki]

HEY wanna read but annoyed on where to find copies of books?

Here's an archive with millions of PDFs of books and papers and magazines and essays and stuff.

[meltedgarment]

I've been looking for such archives, thanks

[fealty-to-thee]

you’ve been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress).

i was not going to publish this essay because i don’t like to yell but here the fuck i am.

the first link broke, here you go

[creatingblackcharacters]

BEGGING us to read nonfiction every now and then. Like. Words on page. It doesn't have to be the only thing you do, but you gotta keep in practice with it. No easier people to subjugate than those who question nothing they're told.

[ukpuru]

Textile patterns from the Igbo women’s weaving industry at Akwete, now in southern Abia State. National Library of the Netherlands, The Hague.

[fyblackwomenart]

The Artwork of Dan Lewis

[livingursa]

[nicrwilson]

Classic Tassie rainforest scenes (14.02.23)

Payemmairrener Country

by Nic Wilson

[kabokhaya]

What a tough year...

- Inhliziyo yami ibuhlungu.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish. 

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond. 

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.

[barin-mclegg]

I think this might be the best post of yours I’ve ever read

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

insulting on behalf of the MANY clown husbandry posts i have gifted to you over the years

[blackismmm]

[guhlut-in]

[babyfoxcollectionthings]

[oggeminivenus]

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

[cszhu]

The photos that NASAHubble & NASAWebb took of The Pillars of Creation inspired me deeply. I had to draw what I saw in the formation: A hand reaching into the universe. What an accomplishment for humankind and what a symbol for exploration and knowledge. Credit 2nd image: NASA

[barbiemiaa]

Angel Reese

[everydreamisgood]

essence

[thesylk-deactivated20251217]

[retropopcult]

Harlem, New York City. Photographed 1948 by Gordon Parks.