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Somalia continues to be tested. Over 200 of my people died and 300+ injured by a truck bomb and the media stays quiet. May Allah have mercy for the departed souls in Mogadishu and grant the wounded patience, strength, and mercy.

May my people find peace. They are resilient and strong but they need your help. Mogadishu only has one free ambulace service and unfortunately it relies entirely on private donors. Aamin Ambulance funds will go directly into investing in better medical supplies, vehicles, more workers, and a more efficient communication system. Please donate and share! People are still trapped and bodies need to be transported to morgues!

https://www.gofundme.com/HelpAaminAmbulance

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There was another explosion today in Mogadishu. At least 14 people have been killed and around 10 people have been wounded. One of Amiin Ambulance’s paramedics was among the injured civilians.

Let’s keep them in our prayers. But, let’s also talk about it.

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I’m annoyed

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7 Incredible Things About Black Genetics That Will Amaze You

1. Black people are genetically stronger.

2. Black people have more genetic diversity.

3. Black genes prove the first humans are at least 70% older than previously estimated.

4. Black babies advance earlier and faster.

5. The miracles of melanin.

6. West Africans are genetically better sprinters.

7. Kenyans are genetically proven to have high endurance.

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White people can’t handle the truth about their inherent inferiority to black people so they always try to downplay our abilities and qualities.

I like seeing important facts like this. I’ve only seen something like this once or twice over the years in white-owned media.

And such information gives me strength and helps me to become more proud of my blackness despite some things that people like to talk about us.

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Ayyyy number 7 🙋🏾‍♂️🇰🇪

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“Women are not rehablitation centres for badly raised boys”

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This is the government agent, who’s in charge of watching my phone, while I’m giving whole performances in the shower

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A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

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this fucks me up every single time

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I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.