Nzimbu Browne is self-taught and creates artwork using fibres which are carefully selected from banana trees ... He does his collages with dried banana leaves of different colours and shades in a little road side kiosk near his home. Nzimbu's work is full of tradition, history and heritage. In his work he wants to express festive patterns of life, stories of culture and of people struggling for self determination.
— From Fig Tree Studio.
fascinated by jeff the killer tbh. everyone in that creepypasta has generic white usamerican names (jeff, keith, barbara, billy, etc.) except for jeff the killer's doe eyed little brother liu. why is he liu. is liu chinese? it's okay if he's chinese. is jeff also chinese? has jeff the killer been chinese this whole time? am I a bad person?
My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the last time! Read it here for as low as $2/month on my Patreon or here for free on ao3! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
✨Read the update on my patreon or ao3
✨ Excerpt below the cut.
Venus looked her over and shook her head. “Am I dreaming?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“I don’t think so,” Lou said, but she’d been wrong before. If they were in Venus’s dream, Lou hoped that she’d wake up soon.
“I dreamed about you. All the time,” Venus said. Lou pulled her aching knees up so that Venus could sit back on the couch. “The longer it’d been, the worse they got. At first, somebody would come back from the wastes with a single little red boot, or a checked bra, or a little bitty calf bone that I just knew was yours.”
She stared up into space as she spoke, and shuddered. Lou drew the blanket up under her armpits. It felt strange to be inside, especially in such a heavily decorated space, after being away for so long. The walls loomed on either side of them and kept the air still. The curtains didn’t so much as twitch.
“Then, you started coming back, but you weren’t right. You’d show up at my door just after sunset, your hat pulled low over your eyes. And I could never get you to smile, even to talk. You would be pale and languid and gaunt, and then I’d notice that you wouldn’t come inside, and you had blood around your mouth and under your nails, or you’d have no feet, or you’d just be gone again when I turned back, and I wouldn’t know if I was dreaming or not.”
Lou looked down at her bloody-looking fingertips.
“But even in my worst dreams,” Venus said, looking over her shoulder at her, “you never once looked this bad, baby.”
Three days ago, this beautiful baby girl (masa) was born. Her name signifies high value and beauty, and it suits her perfectly, for she is very beautiful and dear to all our hearts. She is my brother's second daughter, Iman's younger sister.
Despite the immense joy that has filled our hearts and the delight we feel at the arrival of this new member of our family, we are deeply saddened by the situation of this child and how she will grow up and live her life in Gaza, which is facing genocide.
Gaza is not safe, and this child was born in the worst place in the world. It's not her fault that she's a child who doesn't understand or feel anything, but she was born in Gaza. This is not easy at all. Here, formula, diapers, and all baby supplies are incredibly expensive, even more so than food and drink, due to their scarcity.
I implore you to support me, my family, and this beautiful child who survived a genocide. Please give this child a gift; consider her one of your own. She deserves it just like any other child in the world. Please donate now.
Please help Nader's family to raise the funds they need to support his young niece! Please help them to provide her with all the comfort and care that every infant deserves. <3
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