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follow me here if so inclined.

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so yesterday began the final year of kissing the twenties good-bye. you should see me sigh & purr contentedly with my lover on the couch watching man u have their asses kicked and talking in kikuyu. who would have thought that what was love was..well.. love in training. i've thought of kicking the blog good-bye especially after being infested with the icky spammers, until a kind blogger

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it feels so new. he inside me. i close my eyes & let my spirit soar, to the spaces we've danced before, as children. happy. ecstatic. un-sorrowful. as he gyrates silently, my juices flow. lubricating from the source of all things. this place that calls us in the midst of haphazard junctions. & beneath the tongue curses, i moan to reach his climaxing stance. in loving him, i love mystelf,

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marilyn salcidothis is what i've been dreaming about. besides of course, placing a hex on the ex factor. solving world peace. why the hell brown people are drowning and dying all over the world. making everyday a holiday of some sort. clean water for everybody. freedom from feeling icky about sex. missing my mother and brothers. wondering when i'll ever get on of those well fitting bras.

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two incidences defined my understanding of blackness in the world. the genoicide in rwanda and the embassy bombings in nairobi.put everything aside. my schooling. my love for music and why i love my mom. why sunshine is my bliss and snow the dreaded kryptonite.. that i am the 2nd in my family to go to college. why my grandfather was detained in the mau mau camp. fuck everything... it doesnt

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images courtesy of salon.com. washington post. nytimes. bbci finally get it.

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it's been bugging me since i began watching the news coverage in n.o, mississipi and alabama. all the footage of looters, folks displaced, screaming children, old men and women in wheelchairs were all black. are there any other people in the gulf state that are non black. i really thought it was just me. me with my immigrant eyes staring at the television screen contemplating what looked like

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silence has become the ideal choice for now.. pictures will have to do as i regain to utter what my heart has always lead me to. watching tackling the monster this evening, reminded me of why africa is perpetually on my mind. kipepeo & ory, you both are so brave.

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abushariait's been a while hasn't it. have you missed me, as i have you?

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in remebrance of the spirit of yvonne vera and to celebrate the journeys of my bestest butterfly chaser.birth is the remembering of journeying, it is not to be forgotten. we are women. we belong together in an ancient caress of the earth. we are full of giving like the parting of clouds, gently falling, carrying the promise of growth, of a season serene with maturation.grandmother says that a

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i don't think we have so arranged life that a man may have a house, a family, love, companionship, domesticity, and fatherhood..we have so arranged life on the other hand, so that a woman must 'choose' ; she must either live alone, unloved, uncompanioned, uncared for..or give up world service for the joys of love, motherhood and domestic service...a broader reordering might ensure that women are

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Brazil spurns US terms for Aids help Sarah Boseley and Suzanne Goldenberg in WashingtonWednesday, May 4, 2005The GuardianBrazil yesterday became the first country to take a public stand against the Bush administration's massive Aids programme which is seen by many as seeking increasingly to press its anti-abortion, pro-abstinence sexual agenda on poorer countries. Campaigners applauded Brazil's

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The Girl in the picture.I want my experience to serve a purpose: I was burned because of war. Today, I want to encourage people to love and help one another. We need to learn how to become more tolerant, how to look at the individual, to listen, to come out of ourselves, to help others instead of letting ourselves get carried away by anger and hatred, which give rise to revenge and violence in

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encouraged by the stories of mamita mala & vera drake.i was twenty one years, eight months & one day old, when i stopped being a mami. it was a beautiful, bright blue skied monday. a day that did not reflect the reverberations of shock at the death of our princess . i , on the other hand, was nursing an even greater shock. a shock too great and intimate to be uttered. for six weeks, my hips had

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Madame President?Lillian aluangaEast African StandardSunday, May 8, 2005The overawing combination of beauty, charm and simplicity belies the person that she is: a politician who has been a thorn in the side of Uganda’s President Yoweri Museveni’s government for the past 10 years. She grew up with the President, fought side by side with him and married his doctor-turned-enemy. Now, she wants the

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its been three years since my last pawpaw. i feel in love with one last sunday. inside a fiesta themed supermarket with jua kali barbabacue reminsicent of men clobbering metal under the hot sun.brown skinned folks looking for a bite or two.its been three years since my last pawpaw.today, my lover ate a pawpaw (papaya) for the first time. he doesn't like it. that to me, is very strange.

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I want a babyBy Judy munyinyiSaturday April 30, 2005 East African Standard.There is nothing unusual about a woman wanting a baby. Not even if that woman is 40 because, hey, people do want a baby to ‘retire’ on. But, when it’s Asunta Wagura, who wants a baby, that’s news. Asunta is probably the most famous woman in Kenya living with HIV/Aids."I never thought I’d be like this," she starts, almost

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Villagers Generate Own Hydro-Electric Poweri was very encouraged to read about this initiative where local wananchi are involved in harnessing their own electricity. especially more so, in light of kengen and other government run whathave you's that have amounted to nothing much but white elephants looming precariously on the landscape. talking about dams, development and electricity... i'm

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Running Through Kenya"We are not like you people in America," he says. "These people, when they get famous, they stay simple." I think he has a point. When the speeches end, I look over and see Wilson Kipketer, the world-record holder at 800 meters, picking up bottle caps off the ground.

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symphony of the sphinxnikki giovanniif it wouldn't be for my mother's moan i might forget about africa a cloud of sound swirling around out in the ocean out in the ocean aloneif it wouldn't be for the way she reaches back to that small spot at the bottom of her spine and massages it with both hands while exclaiming ' whew'if it wouldn't be for the way she scratches that mosquito bite on her left

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a poem about my rightsjune jordaneven today and i need to take a walkand clear my head about this poem about why i can't gowithout changing my clothes my shoes my body posturemy gender identity my age my status as a woman alone in the evening/alone on the streets/alone not being the point/the point being that i can't do what i want to do/with my own body because i am wrong sex the wrong age the

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no matter how temporal the living situation may be right now, i have come to expect an internal dialogue hinged on the question, ' who wouldn't want a wife?' . in reality, irrespective of the feminist manifestos i have internalized over the last years , this still is a man's world. run with man's rule, entreached in institualialized way that men think. even with my night shift plus full time

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Wounded in the house of a friendSet No. 1SONIA SANCHEZthe unspoken word is born, i see it our eyes dancingshe hadn't found anything. i had been careful.no lipstick. no matches from a well-known bar. no letters. cards. confessing an undying love.nothing tangible for her to hold onto. but i knewshe knew. it had been on her face, in her eyes forthe last nine days.it was the way she looked atme

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Two WomenAnais Nin There were always in metwo women at leastone woman desperate and bewilderedwho felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a sceneas upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair,and present to the world only a smile,an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.

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PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size

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i'm a tad late about this. ( 11 days or so). april is national poetry month & in the spirit of consistant postings, i'll include till the end of april, poems from poets that i've loved over the years. *****************Homage to My Hipsby lucile cliftonthese hips are big hipsthey need space tomove around in.they don't fit into

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over the christmas break, my well meaning friend, R saw not only fit that i get a vibrator. ( like one above). the gift also come with several of R's friends showing me how it was down. deep throating, i mean. this was all very new to me, sharing stuff that until then, i explored in the confines of a relationship without any call coaching or expertise training from outside sources.. the

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Aishwarya Rai

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Robert MaxwellThink what you may.. This man is HOT! I have a think for Indian Karasinga men..especially with the hair all wrapped up in turbans..Im thinking let me unfold the turban for you dear..HOT HOT HOT..Not to mention, the heritage of Sikhs is warriorhood . i first saw him on the nytimes magazine under travel. ms. world was so kind

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i'm outing myself. i love shoes...especially the strappy, high, oh my god im not sure i can properly balance but look sexy as hell kinda shoes..& so, now that its spring..i've began venturing out to see whats there. www.zappo.com has the most amazing shoes at such discounted prices..where, oh where have i been..happy spring solstice everyone

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s.i.l.e.n.c.e w.i.l.l n.o.t p.r.o.t.e.c.t y.o.u.before this blog & the joys of discovering coltrane. travelling in a plane for the first time. having a pasport bearing identitie(s) i sometimes forget. i lived in a place i could not utter my name(s).i write about strappy shoes and looking for bras that fit. i think about my butt size and whether my lover will get bored of my midnight rantings.

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"Extraordinary rendition" sounds like a phrase from Gilbert and Sullivan or Charles Dickens. But it is a controversial legal concept that is moving quickly to the front-burner of the legal and political world. Never mind the ongoing fight over the rights of the Guantanamo Bay detainees, the intensifying debate over the constitutional propriety of extraordinary rendition already looms as the most

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just as g_ d took seven daysto create heaven & earth& to be floored with the creation in his hands.it has only taken seven daysthe emblem of completionunion of ying/yangsabathe spirit whispererseven lifetime(s)& overto be in love..i am completly and irrevocably happy.blessed be

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better late than never. thanks mama nani.1.Best RnB song? You Rock My World & Will you be there2.Best pop song? Beat it3.Best Rock song? Black or White4.Best Album? Invincible5.Best Dance Video? Smooth Criminal6.Underrated album? Off the Wall7.Underrated collaboration?8.Overrated collaboration?Aii can't think of one9.Best sound..The one fanyad by Chris Rock10.what about MJ u’ll never forget? He

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i present to youmy continent, my lovethank you scentiments***********************************

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Favourite Kenyan foodbhagia - typo!!!!Favourite Kenyan drinkGuava juice from this ethiopian restaurant in esich!! ngai fafa!!!Favourite Kenyan TV programmeI can't remember what it was called.. John Sibi Okumu was a presenter, interviewer..kumbuka?Top 3 Kenyan hang outs1. Carni during rock & soul nite2. Java hse3. KuonaTop Kenyan holiday destination1. Shags2. Coasto3. Shags again.. lol3 Kenyan

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since i can't remember when, this saturday i was away from the plantation. & i did what any ordinary person would do, i cooked. it was wonderful! i made ugali. i actually prepared ugali..very astonishing..see, i had vowed, until last week, i was never going to eat ugali ever!! especially after boarding school, half cooked, flour pouring on the sides meal. now, i ate SADzA from a friends' house.

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Jill Scott - 2000photo credit: Steven Lam slowly & surelywalking towards belovedenroutethrough& into mei watched sister girlms. jill scott live!see, i've been thinkingof this love of minewatched it turn and twist in sideas i kiss one frog after another.some that look like my princeonly is frog in disguise..i haven't been payingtoo much attention to meyou feelthese desires asidecast me away from

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if you are anything like me, wearing a good bra would be as puzzling as nuclear science. i admit, it is all so greek to me..i mean, yes, i know my size, well, the last time i measured was 36B/C can't even remember which exactly ..and for the past year or so, i've shed considerable weight on my hips & so quite naturally, on my breasts too..but still...so today, there was a show on oprah, on what

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i so love this issue of essence magazine, especially now when im single, albeit dazzed and bewildered, and still, very, very hopeful.please notice the key word: hopeful.now we black women are never quite hopeful that our prince/ss will roll to oursyde and sweep us of our feet. & the most, we believe if we are lucky, there will be less or hardly much baby mama drama, an honest job & doesn't live

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you are beautifuleven when you quizz your eyebrowsperpeturbedand rather confusedas i whisperhow beautiful you areperhaps it confusesthis yearningas we dance the tangowe feel insideyou are beautifullet me explain whyclasping my face in your palmi feel heldi feel containedi feel submergedinto colouresi no longer feel drownedyou are beautifullet me explain howsee i've smothered underrockslooking for

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she whispers to me as i lay one step over the other making footprints along babylon path on my way to the room of my own she looks different tonight contained serene almost.. not quite other nights.. the night when the veil was open & i saw him truly did dancing around in front on the side above & below inside & out he calls me stranger that welcomes him home & i, well.. a reflection of

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the interviews Grammy Hall of Fame the ethiopian connection "As we believe in what is to be, must be, it will happen in due course."

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(courtesy bbc) Confusion surrounds the brief return of a statue of Belgian colonial king Leopold II in the Democratic Republic of Congo capital, Kinshasa. It was taken down just hours after being re-erected on Thursday. The culture minister said the statue had been put up as "a trial to see if the concrete could support the weight". (more)

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comso kenya , anyone? thanks ory

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Child's Prayer Lord in heaven, please listen to all thosewho are praying to you now. Those who are sad and crying, those who have lost friends and family. Those who are aloneand frightened. Help them to remember,that you are there and you are listening. In Jesus' name, we pray.Amen. ( courtesy bbc) it's no surprise that even after massive reports on the continuing slater and massacare in

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Famed for her contralto voice, Anderson was honored on a U.S. postage stamp with first-day-of-issue ceremonies at the Washington venue where the singer was once denied a chance to perform because of her skin color. {more}

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"Even in the darkest times in our history, people of extraordinary character have lived among us, showing us a way out of the deplorable cycle of hatred and aggression. They exist this very day. It is to these people that we can turn in order to replenish our encouragement, hope, and inspiration." The Future of Peace, Scott A. Hunt i finally got a chance to watch hotel rwanda ..it is

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there are lovers & committed lovers.. [marianne williamson] almost the month is over and i haven't done the new yr resolutions. it's not that i am devoid of any new desires i'd like to do..simply put, i can't fuckin' believe i'm exhausted & the year has just begun. last year ended with drama. the man and i are no longer yorked at the hip & it pains me. a great deal. this is like history all

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When My youngest child, Asaad, was about four years old, he said something that brought tears to my eyes.. My daughters Hana and Laila walked into the hotel room where my wife, Lonnie, and I were staying in Los Angles; Asaad was playing with his mother on the bed. It was summer, and Asaad had been swimming all week, so his skin had gotten darker. When Laila walked into the room and saw him, she

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kenya.. & we don't stop... ' shocked.. why? ' ^&(*HP*)JY){{_)L+ No African country has ever staged an Olympics and only four nations outside Europe and North America have ever won the right to do so. Kenya has four years to prepare its bid because the vote on the host for the 2016 Games will not be made until 2009. bbc.

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[ courtesy of the guardian ] The story of the precocious, mentally unstable daughter of a Nigerian mother and English father, The Icarus Girl is a moving study of alienation. While holidaying in Nigeria, Jess befriends TillyTilly, a ghost (or just an imaginary friend?) who follows her to England. At first a blessing to the intensely lonely Jess, TillyTilly becomes increasingly destructive. It

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[ courtesy of bbc ] its about time that this happened. 20 plus years is a long time. we only hope that this peace agreement will be kept by all sides. remember congo..its still washy washy on the issue of the sudanese government being charged with genocide. who knows. the un has raised concern on the harassment of their workers in darfur.

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Head of Medusa. Flemish Artist, 16th Century. Uffizi Gallery, Florence, Italy. December 31, 2004 Sovereign Female Wisdom Medusa In ancient times, great goddesses were the cornerstone upon which spirituality rested. They reigned supreme until their clans were overthrown by those intimidated by feminine power. Throughout history, no mythical symbol of womanhood has been more

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Kenya!

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a few more hours and 2004 is no more. as i type this, snoop dogg is on radio. i am not a fan of hiphop, but this year i certainly have experienced my fair share of this genre. mos def. nas.tupac of course.. through blue, i got to listen to john legends' new cd. i'm happy with myself that im still flexible with music tastes, at least, i kid myself im not too closed out of the world, as yet..(

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I like life. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. ~Agatha Christie SAGITTARIUS (Nov 22–Dec 21): You have become less optimistic than the textbook descriptions of your sign, but you still

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Trying to fix ourselves is not helpful. We need to honor ourselves as sources of wisdom and compassion. Right in here what we'd like to throw out, we discover the warmth and clarity of bodhichitta. It is only when we begin to relax with ourselves that meditation becomes a transformative process. Only when we relate with ourselves without moralizing, without harshness, without deception, can

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I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace. --Diane Ackerman & so another year draws to an end. & i'm getting older. i

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Oversized Burden

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The problem is not materialism as such. Rather, it is the underlying assumption that full satisfaction can arise from gratifying the senses alone. Unlike animals whose quest for happiness is restricted to survival and to the immediate gratification of sensory desires, we human beings have the capacity to experience happiness at a deeper level which, when achieved, can overwhelm unhappy

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The Quarter-Life Crisis by unknown It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe,

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i think i'm back from my self inflicted hiatus. it's been a whirlpool. thanks to blacklocks , reading her blog today, i thought, ' shish i miss this.' so i promise myself, for sanity sake to be more regular. struggle continues.

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Homophobic lyrics prevent people from coming forward for tests Sarah Boseley, health editor Monday November 22, 2004 The Guardian Dancehall reggae musicians are fuelling the spread of HIV/Aids in the Caribbean and the UK by their homophobic lyrics, a government minister will say today. Gareth Thomas, minister for international development, will be speaking in St Kitts after Tony Blair was

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Prozac for PMS If the drug can do for monthly mood swings what it is said to do for depression, bring it on, baby!By Stephen Bloom July 18, 2000 Q: Why don't men have PMS? A: What's the point? They act that way all the time. Q: What does PMS stand for? A: Putting up with Men's Shit. Lighten up, girls. The news that the FDA earlier this month approved the use of Prozac to treat severe

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i haven't been feeling up to writing in this space after i found out that someone i know has been reading this. feels very eicky especially since there was no invitation to do so. eeuuu!!!

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Oklahoma has rarely found itself in the vanguard of antipoverty thinking, but the class to which the two women were heading embodies a vigorous new idea – something known locally as “the marriage cure.” Traditionally, singleness has been viewed as a symptom of poverty. Today, however, a politically heterodox cadre of academics is arguing that singleness—and particularly, single parenthood—is one

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i bet by now you've heard about wangari maathis' recognition. totally cool. stories such as these resonate deep within me. its that whole american dream thing especially when its etched in the mind of an immigrant. does it happen. is it real. when do you know you've grasped it..does it include being saturated in debt? last saturday was the 3rd year annivasary since i landed in america. & what

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i have promised myself that this year will be different. i will celebrate the day of my birth, with quiet reflection and a cute diamond ring, see above.

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Often times, when I am naughty or causing my mother grief, she often remarks in Kikuyu, my mother tongue,whether I realize how much suffering I caused her with my birth. I was born premature, weighing a kilo and a half and in the brink of death. My mother realizing that perhaps death was a stone throw away and coupled with the fear of burying an un-named child, baptized me Mary. My mother choose

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My work is figurative, I express simple lifestyle activities prevalent even in most basic social settings. l also try to capture colours, shapely poses or silhouettes women strike whether busy or idling. I depict these in relation to how each aspect mirrors the inherent beauty and positive side of life. {'Art for Breakfast' }

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Foreign truckers released in Iraq The freed men appear to be in good healthMilitants in Iraq have freed seven foreign lorry drivers held hostage for more than a month in return for a ransom of $500,000 paid by their firm. The men went to Kuwait, from where they were due to fly out of the region. The Kuwait and Gulf Link Transport Company said it had paid out the sum to the militants, whom it

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The Africana QA: Jill Scott After waiting two years to create a follow-up to here phenomenal debut album, Jill Scott returns to retake her rightful position at the top of the neo-soul mountain today with Beautifully Human, Words and Sounds Vol. 2. By Isoul H. Harris Jill Scott is an oxymoron. She's a low-maintenance diva with a breathtaking smile that commands the stage more than any

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Kenyan hip-hop culture too American Mr Kariuki 08/30/2004 As you read this, a hip hop artiste in Nairobi is probably writing his next "dis 'n' dat" lyrics to bash a rival or chastise women, as hate-mongering seems to be rapidly becoming staple fare for local hip hop music. And not to be outdone by their American counterparts who thrive on gangsterism, some of our artistes have also

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Strength of a woman By Wayua Muli By raping her, Njeeri’s attacker robbed her of everything. But she lived to tell of her ordeal, and In the time that Njeeri wa Ngugi has narrated her rape ordeal to me, she has not broken down. Not even when she describes how her attacker forced himself into her mouth and then her anal opening. But when she starts to talk about their second meeting – at a

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Day of Conscience The Save Darfur Coalition has identified Wednesday, August 25, 2004 as Sudan: Day of Conscience. On that day, communities across North America are urged to engage in interfaith activities to raise public awareness about the horrific situation in Darfur and to demand that the international community take immediate and

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Md. Moms Say No to Coverup at Starbucks Women Push Chain for Policy Allowing Public Breast-Feeding in All U.S. Stores By Rosalind S. HeldermanWashington Post Staff Writer Monday, August 9, 2004; Page B03 Carrying infants in slings and car seats, about 30 mothers gathered at a Silver Spring Starbucks Coffee shop yesterday to nurse lattes -- and their babies. Along with the babies' fathers,

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jesus wept. john 11.35

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Tonight is a particular honor for me because – let’s face it – my presence on this stage is pretty unlikely. My father was a foreign student, born and raised in a small village in Kenya. He grew up herding goats, went to school in a tin-roof shack; his father -- my grandfather -- was a cook, a domestic servant. But my grandfather had larger dreams for his son. Through hard work and perseverance

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Culture is Skin Deep Tattoos with Asian writing is a fashion must-have, but does it symbolize cultural insensitivity? By LYNDA LIN, Pacific Citizen Assistant Editor   Some people describe the act of plunging a needle into flesh to create a permanent tattoo as nothing short of being a divine experience. The joining of man, art and culture in one sharp point hearkens to traditional tribal

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i read this from abortionclinicdays . this is an article written by Barbara Ehrenreich posted on the newyork times. the date it was published, i have no idea.  July 22, 2004 GUEST COLUMNIST Owning Up to Abortion By BARBARA EHRENREICH   Abortion is legal - it's just not supposed to be mentioned or acknowledged as an acceptable option. An article in The Times on Sunday, "Television's Most

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blacklock has written extensively on the situation in sudan and the atrocities done to women. there has been talk that blair is planning on intervening in the name of oil.  It will be interesting to see how successful British Prime Minister Tony Blair is in forging  a "coalition of the willing" to alleviate the suffering in Sudan, Africa's largest country, with 2.5 million square kilometres (

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 Wangari Maathai is a name well-established in the world of environmental advocacy. She started in Kenya in 1977 when she began planting tree seedlings one by one, a trend that caught on en masse to form what would become the internationally recognized Green Belt Movement (GBM), which has earned, and still earns, her many awards, including the Goldman Environmental Prize and entry into UNEP’s

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                         single black women addicted to retail                                       - kayne west. college dropout yes,it's about time i stepped out & quenched my thirst. this love business is HARD. not that i mind, but aii why lie. i have probbed and pushed and cried and bitched and done not very nice things, and thereafter profusely apologized to myself and most importantly,

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the first half of the feminist vision was to bring women into the workforce. the second half of the revolution was to intergrate the men back into the family. suzanne braun levine: dating a man, is as excruciating as a root canal & as delicious as well.. a chocolate cake. now, there are things about being with obasuyi that are such a delight: the constantness of companionship that wraps

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last evening i had a verbal argument with my roomate. it all began with listening about him on this station. actually thats not entirely true. that was the icing on the cake. it all began simmering after ln informed me that if she'd vote it would be him because of his values. i was frozen for a minute. i couldn't help myself but think of ways by which this message of love was hikacked by folks

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i'm falling in love and it scares the shit out of me. that and its absolutely delicious. like sucking (freudian?hehehe)into mombasa mangoes in a hot, january afternoon. i've spend uncountable amounts of logged wo/man hours: deciphering. deciminating. de-constructing. dreaming. of and about love that i should have my p.h.d by now.*s* & i realize, to my astonishment that whatever i've learnt from

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reading through nappi and anitra's post regarding gay marriages esp. in contex of people of colour, i could not help but think of the issue of identity and self determination. one of the opposing views to femisim in the third world countries has always been in regards to priority to other forms of discrimination. why talk about who lays down with whom, when scores of people go hungrey. yet, again

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i bear the distinction of being the bearer of many firsts in my family: the first to drop out of college, begin hanging out with no good men in the name of creating art, only to be coerced back into school, kicking and screaming. the first to insist on being bald headed, over and over again, when there are perfectly skilled hair stylists and rwandese hair braiders around. the first in my

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CRAKA! CRAKA! CRAKA ! During the month of April, the heavens open and drain tears into the gully of dry bones and parched throats. Under the conjuring wand of the invisible magician, the paths that until recently lay bare, come alive with the brightest and most alive of African Violets and dandelions carpeting the garden of Eden and leading to the stairways of heaven. Before our joys are

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i'm liking this look, thanks to livie who hooked me up. last friday marked week # 4 since i began taking prozac & i'm feeling very brave. i feel its remarkable in and of itself that i arrive at this place where i can honestly say, this is how i feel & not be overwhelmed by the urgency to throw up or push down my self. i've got nehanda dreams & you, my faceless friend, in your companionship i

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' i come as an african...i come as one who, willynilly, shares in shame, in the disgrace, in the failures of africa because i am an african. and what happens here, what happens in nigeria, wherever - that becomes part of my experience. ~ desmond tutu from We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will be Killed With Our Families by philip gourevitch. i've decided. i'm going back to

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Today, I had my first glass of kool-aid. It was yum. I need to fix this site. Looks eicky!

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i certainly didn't see this coming, but, it did. i met a man whom i was instantaneously attracted to. he speaks perfect english, has the smallest eyes and hands of any man i've seen, and, this was the deal breaker for me, on the second date asked my mothers name. in all truthfulness, i do believe in synchrocity of events. considering a few days before the eventful meeting, i had an ephiphany

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and what a gift of wisdom it is. two thousand and three was a whirlpool year for me. i have been challenged to think different. faith as the belief in things you cannot see. faith, as a child was never an abstact. it was as real as my mother or father. the sun shinning. the birds chirping and sunday school. i often wonder when faith took a back seat and disbelief set in. two thousand and

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my mother taught me better than this. thank you for the birthday wishes. i had a wonderful, serene time basking with the news of love. my oldest friend is in love with this wonderful guy. as she typed her good news, my heart was welling up with joy and happiness. you know how this feeling of love rubs on you when your in the midst of people in love? thats how i felt over the coaxial cables, bits

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