I was just going through old pictures of us. Ones that were taken during the greatest days of our lives. And it just hits me, how much we've grown apart since then. You were my rock that kept me anchored to sanity and I was your river, constantly eroding you and bringing you one step closer to being as annoying and crazy as I was. And let me tell you, I would've succeeded if circumstances hadn't flung us on opposite sides of a growing chasm. I tried to bridge the gap, you know I did. But you weren't ready to come back. I think that was always the problem with you. You always wanted more. More friends to recruit into your circle, more people to make you happier. You were always the social butterfly. I was an introvert, scratch that - an ambivert. I could only be my true self when I was around the ones I was comfortable with, which included you, and honestly? It still does. I admit we said a lot of rude things to each other that day and I got so angry I just stopped communicating with you, but you came up to me a few days later and we did talk it out. But nothing has changed. I didn't expect it to, because I can read you like an open book, but that didn't stop me from hoping. And here's the thing about hope - it can either get you as high as cloud 9, or it can land you in the deepest pits of hell. The hope you gave me shattered me. I'm still picking up the pieces and putting them together, but I know a part of me is still missing: you. I now know that you were more than ready to throw everything we ever shared down the drain, just for temporary happiness. But you know I still love you, and I know it's not reciprocated now, so I'll just pray that your temporary happiness turns into a long term one.
All the love (even now, after everything),
Love, Anonymous. | @snigdha.s.jha | Open letter
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Re-imagining Culture: A Dialogue With Caroline Anande Uliwa.
Caroline Anande Uliwa: Very true, there is hope for sure. Even for individuals like myself who don’t speak their native tongues (my parents speak two different native languages & I grew up in the city where Kiswahili is spoken). The ancestors still have a latch on us, not just in our DNA but in our ghost african accents, our mannerisms, how we eat our food, how we raise & discipline our children and how we respect our elders.
I recently interviewed a young jewelry maker Sekela Nyange of KusKus Jewellery, I was fascinated that even though most of her raw materials come from China. Her designs are so intrinsically African with notes from the Maasai culture, tapes from the Nubian choker necklaces, not to mention her play with bold colors that can be seen in various tribes from the Ndebele in their homes to our ‘vitenge’ fabrics. This tells me there is still a beautiful thread that we ought to be proud of and expose more boldly.
So yes there’s a brave resilience of our essence budding, it’s there in our bold african prints, the thrive of new natural hair movements, the joyous music genres that have more of african beats like Kwaito & Nigerian pop music.
Of course I think we have to dig deeper because there are so many norms and traditions of Africa that are positive & being left to the wayside. For instance in Tanzania there are music instruments like the Zeze, Irimba, the Makonde Drums, that have fewer and fewer of the younger generation learning to play them.
I’m moved to look into the past, pick the thorns from the gold and amplify the jewels of our traditions, inviting all of us to forge a ‘new/today’ that is more authentically ours.
Of all the things we have,
why do we think the most
about what we don't
You ask me what I think about when I say I miss you, If I remember. Like I've thought about anything else but the days we had only each other...
And I can't help but wonder,
is this is what it means to miss?
Not to lose, but to have, only like true things
can be had—for a moment?
To look back and feel how far forward you are,
how far you've left to go.
How much there's left to see
and still wish you didn't have to share
the road with your shadow.
But theirs too.
Талантливые мамы, талантливы во всем.
Творят свои шедевры, как ночью, так и днем.
Вдохнут очарование в картину и в портрет,
Который сохраниться у вас на много лет.
Мультяшным персонажем мечтала стать всегда,
И чтоб были не властны над внешностью года.
Смогли мои желания однажды воплотиться .
Спасибо тебе, Сашенька, ты- чудо мастерица ! 🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨Вот такой меня увидела @yusha_artoys. По совместительству спонсор грядущего марафона #графоманклуб .
Моё семейство считает, что это новый стиль портретизма Russian аниме 😂
Что скажите, красотка? 😊
Yang mengaku mujahid
Sedang tanganmu bersimbah darah
Dari jiwa mereka yang lemah
Kau sering terlihat gagah
Dengan senjata kau siap melangkah
Kau berkata dengan pongah
: Ini jihad fii sabilillah
Kau yakin dijanjikan surga
Dengan peledak menempel di dada
Sekali picu kau kehilangan nyawa
Sekaligus menjadi pembunuh berlumur dosa
Kau pikir Allah tak murka
Kau bertindak aniaya
Merusak jagat dunia
Menghempas nyawa sesama
: Ini jihad
: Kau itu jahat
: Ini perlawanan
: Ini kedzaliman
Siapa yang kau lawan
Sedangkan di negeri ini tak ada peperangan
Pegi saja ke syam
Atau palestina yang sedang dibantai dengan kejam
Apa kau bernyali
Dasar tukang sembunyi
Jangan mencatut agama ini
Islam damai tak berbuat keji
Katamu Ini Jihad?
Serang, 25 Mei 2017
“Castles in the air---they’re so easy to take refuge in. So easy to build, too.”
---Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906), The Master Builder, act 3, 1892 8,
Ain Minogue, Castle (Between The Worlds) (1997)
In truth, we shared a special source,
Surely, we were bather in astral light
Ghost-like of a pure state-of-affair;
Even sometimes, I thought we were
Carried to a place where real lovers
---Could have journeyed or achieved.
O ---I could see in your mind’s eyes
A soul rapped up with new music---
Tied in a way that drops could fall;
Moreover, could drop to what’ place
---They may want to land, find rest---
There renewal would be found, ashes
Reanimated into something special:
(The gift is life, and life in the soul.)
Now I know in ’self my realization, a
A kind of experience that is so able---
To remove doubts, and instill charity,
---: (---you have a lot of pure love!) Yes,
---I wished and continued to wish---
That all of you could touch high points
Of life; evoke! They are meant for you.
You deserve happiness in all its forms,
---See the smile across your face daily.
Girl, I leave these few words with you,
So, you will know we are conquerors.
---We can be strong for those who are
Weak, and help those who need to be
Submissive! O I neared the door, saw--
---You, who are truly, gifted with love.
The clouds of smog inhaled on the hour of my need, the craving and desire for something to suffocate on compells me one drag closer to the grave. When people tell me to quit I laugh inside knowing how sick and unhealthy my love for smoking is. I would rather chew my own tongue and pull out my two front teeth than to stop living my life based on my own desires and ambitions. I'm a self learner who self taught his way into the kitchen and into the hearts of over a hundred different women. Unfortunately the loneliness is present even while I'm with her, and I know she knows it. But it has nothing to do with her and she could never believe that. Insecurity and doubt play such a role in her word choice and the way she carries her hourglass form. A posture of a goddess sculpted out of the heavens, from the starry sky of eternity, she walks into my dreams and cuckholds me, for my fear of trust bars me into a fortress where my game ensures complete and total loyalty. She won't fool around because she knows one in a billion men can't begin to offer my plate.
Paz de Mente
Bastaria somente uma vida para realizar tudo o que desejo,
Bastaria somente alguns anos para me sentir realizado.
Eu não iria precisar, nem desejar, ir tão mais além,
Tudo porque você apareceu, uma vida parece agora tão pouco.
Parece ser tão injusto em tão pouco tempo eu ter de amar um amor tão grande,
Tão intenso e sem precedentes. Uma calmaria que me agita sem comparação.
Parece ser um sonho, parece ser uma utopia.
Se tivesse certeza que viveria por mil anos, ainda acho que não bastaria.
Eu não esconderia tanta ansiedade por dentro,
A vida não passaria num piscar de olhos.
Eu não me controlaria tanto, não me cobraria tanto,
Teria paz de mente que preciso para viver com você.
Peace of Mind
It’d do only one life to accomplish all I desire,
I’d do only some years for me to feel whole.
I wouldn’t need, nor wish, going so much farther,
All because you came about, one life now seems so little.
It seems so unfair how little time I have to love a so big love,
So immense and unique. A calmness that excites me with nothing to compare.
It looks like a dream. It looks like utopia,
If I was sure I’d live for a thousand years, I’m still sure it wouldn’t be enough.
I’d not hide so much anxiety inside,
Life wouldn’t pass in a blink of an eye.
I’d not hold myself this much, nor be this hard on me,
I would have the peace of mind to live with you.
Photo by Thiago Ayres, iPhone SE camera.