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    I brought 2 hoodies last night a Puma one I’ve had my eye on for fucking years, hopefully it looks as good as I want it to. And another from LRG as I haven’t gotten any LRG stuff for years. 

    I think I will need to clear out at least 5 of the hoodies that I currently have. I have about 10 altogether. About 3 of them will be kept until they’re no longer wearable. 

    I’ve got a few that are just floating about. I have to get rid of them as soon as. Need to make some space in my wardrobe. 

    I also have a few things in my cupboard that need to be gotten rid of. 

    I’m going to ebay them tomorrow and if they don’t sell, then it’ll be to the charity shop or freecycle. 

    dynamicafrica:

    Eulogy for those who died from Ebola.

    Poem by Amira Ali | Illustration by Solomon W. Jagwe.

    It’s October 16, 2014

    sitting between the sunset

    November is slowing coming as it keeps asking:

    how will you say, not for tomorrow but today

    when the future remembers you

    how will you say

    you made the world a better place, today?

     

    November is slow coming,

    it seeks beyond sensationalized headlines

    the fear mongering that seems to enlarge pride,

    it seeks beyond the old-age theatrical style

    a legacy of colonial times

    that keeps peddling schisms,

     

    it seeks beyond perjury and a monotone styled

    of binary structured narratives

    that erect lines of exclusion

    of villain vs. victim

    of clichés that tramp muscular allegories,

     

    it seeks beyond medical racism

    beyond denial of what matters most

    beyond sense that fails to imagine

    fixed on political prostitution

    immorally selling stories of “smuggled bush meat”

    criminally hurting man of his dignity and truth.

     

    BUT

    this will not survive

    we hear the angels saying

    November will be coming,

     

    for we know the brainwashing ploy

    we are awake, fist up

    rising from the depth of our afflictions

    we refuse to be abstracted; we will not cave in

    to the invasively stigmatizing

    “black body porn” of reductive representation,

     

    we will not cave in

    to the dominant language of othering

    of the objectification,

    this will not survive

    we hear the angels saying,

     

    we are not enthused

    with bounds of prudence

    vibrations from past prayers

    we African bodies know our value

    our dignified self in self,

     

    guided by the sun and moon

    we come armed

    a lineage of ancient resilient souls

    radiant hearts, love worshippers, light bearers

    freedom fighters who for centuries

    fought the resistance wars,

     

    grew twice as many lost

    prevailed even with their aching love at sea

    seeing the strength in wisdom and healing

    emanating light beyond seas,

     

    we come from nature worshipping spirits

    from the beautiful ones

    that make the inconsequential beautiful

    knowing what matters most,

     

    we are nations of equilibrium

    nature feeding our breath

    as we seek, sprout, spread

    love, with each breath.

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