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I’ll take a combination of these rooms please
THAT SECOND ONE LOOKS LIKE THE SLEEP ROOM IN MY MIND PALACE
I think I just had a roomgasm
Got ‘em, coach!
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it seems like no woc in the 90s had on the right colored make up
Lol @ comment. That's because there wasn't much options for black women.
there is no dark skinned and light skinned aunt viv
there is aunt viv
and some other woman that played uncle phil’s wife that they called aunt viv
Malcolm X on the Assasination of Lumumba in the Congo
Malcolm X points to the assassination of Patrice Lumumba in Africa by Moise Tshombe (with the help of the CIA) as a clear example of post-Colonial foreign interference. Lumumba was the first legally elected Prime Minister of the Republic of the Congo after he helped win its independence from Belgium in June 1960. Ten weeks later, Lumumba’s government was deposed in a coup. He was subsequently imprisoned and murdered, with clear signs pointing to the support and complicity of both Belgium and the United States.
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The traditional music plays and children, some dressed in Ethiopian costume, perform a traditional dance: Raising and lowering their shoulders to the beat.
Like millions of other children in the United States, these American-Ethiopians are at summer camp.
However, this one is about maintaining their connection with their roots abroad.
The camp, which is for about 35 children, is at the Ethiopian Community Centre.
It is in a regular office block on one of the main roads out of the US capital, Washington DC.
A 21-minute drive away is the grand venue where African heads of state and President Barak Obama are discussing US-Africa relations.
As the leaders try to negotiate a new phase of that relationship, the Ethiopian diaspora community is grappling with how it should relate to back home.
A great African leader he was
Some women carry time in their skin, you can see the way it cracks them open and dries them out when it’s been there too long. In my family we don’t carry time, we let it go. It doesn’t stick to us like it sticks to them. Blowing on their faces and hands, painting their veins purple. It is tradition, for our women, to hold, instead of time, rocks between our legs, and shards of glass in the bottoms of our backs. Here. you are no woman until you have a secret that weighs as much as every second you’ve been alive. The uglier the secret, the more of a woman you become. Sometimes I would wish I could learn to carry time in the skin on the outside of my wrists or the corners of my eyes, but my mother told me, that women in our family don’t get that gift, not until we’ve carried enough secrets for 100 years. And so, I’ve been busy gathering secrets, on the inside of my thighs, in the dip in my back, and on the backs of my hands, hoping that time will finally embrace me for all the work I’ve done, finally let me live with only the burden of time. And you know what’s funny? There are women who would rather hold ugly secrets than the privilege of being a home for time, that is, until they find out, just how heavy life can be.
Key Ballah, FaceLift, Age Spot Corrector, Botox,Secrets (via keywrites)
The weeping has become sporadic. Today, I clutched my chest and birthed a sea, at the smell of breadfruit grilling. Believe me when I say that longing is not gentle, it is all of the sudden and all at once, like waking up to your house on fire.
Key Ballah, the smell of home & other things that make me weep. (via keywrites)
My city, is a city of immigrants. West Indian and Somali immigrants. Living in the hood, sharing culture. Today I heard a west indian boy on the bus say “Wallahi?!” My ears spiked and my heart began to race, because the Somali boy beside him then said, “Mi nah lie Bregrin” And they both burst out laughing. I have no idea what they were talking about, but all I could think was, despite colonization, we have this. How resourceful we are.
Stories from Toronto (KeyWrites)
sweetbloodsomalia so me and you!!!
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There were countries in Africa that were under European colonial domination well into the 1950’s and 1960’s. How is European colonialism a thing that happened “centuries ago”?
Some were still under colonial rule into the 70s. Mozambique didn’t gain independence from Portugal until 1975. This is all modern history.
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)