1. afrikan-centered-education:

    The Greeks and Romans made their Gods and Godessess straight from Kemet’s God and Goddesses .


    Kemet’s God and Goddesses renamed in Identity… One by one .

    History proves quite convincingly that the Gods and Goddesses of Europeans were of African origin but given European names… 

    Lets go through the Academics:

    *The African God, Amun, was renamed Zeus by the Greeks and Jupiter by the Romans; 

    *The African God, Heru (the son of God and associated with light and sun) was called Apollo by both the Greeks and the Romans; 

    *The African God Imhotep (the God of Healing and medicine) was renamed Asclepius by the Greeks and Aesclapius by the Romans; 

    *The African God Djhuti/Thoth (God of Science, Writing and Knowledge) was called Hermes by the Greeks and Mercury by the Romans; 

    *The African God, Pluto, was called Pluto by both the Greeks and Romans; the 

    *The African God, Ausar, (the God of resurrection) was renamed Osiris by the Greeks; 

    *The African Goddess Hathor (the Goddess of love and beauty) was called Aphrodite by the Greeks and Venus by the Romans; and 

    *The African Goddess Ist (Auset), (Goddess of maternity), was renamed Isis and was worshiped as the “Black Madonna.”

    Nuestras diosas y dioses son africanos.

    (via kemetic-dreams)

     
  2. absurdonio:

    Religious sculptures damaged during the Spanish Civil War in Toledo.
    Photographer: Pelayo Mas Castañeda

    Eduardo Sánchez Butragueño (Flickr)

     
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  4. cross-connect:

    SUBMISSION

    Born and raised in the small town of Bowmanville, Ontario. Spencer Afonso is a freelance illustrator working towards his BAA in Illustration at Sheridan college. He’s currently working from the greater Toronto area.

    His work focuses on exploring strange, taboo and obscure situations and narratives. Bringing them to audiences in a humorous and visually interesting manner. His style emphasises defining line work accompanied with flat graphic colors and traditional watercolor textures.

     
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  7. foxhaven:

    moarrrmagazine:

    What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take? 
    - Adam Lupton

    Holy mother fuck

    (via howitzerliterarysociety)

     
  8. parmigianodepot:

    Miroslav Sasek, Stone is not cold, 1961

    (via 20aliens)

     
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  11. coolasp:

     ” Columna Alba Proj.” Atacama,07

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  15. darksilenceinsuburbia:

    Michael Christopher Brown

    No Others Options: Hamida, a Congolese Sex Worker

    DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF THE CONGO. GOMA. December 11, 2013. Hamida, 26, is a sex worker living in the Benghazi neighborhood.

    During the Congo wars these past two decades, involving dozens of armed groups, and in an economy that largely relies on aid from the UN and NGO’s, some women, such as Hamida, who has four children, become somewhat forced to prostitute themselves in order to survive.
    Hamida, 26, is a sex worker living in Benghazi, a neighborhood in the city of Goma, Democratic Republic of Congo (D.R.C.). She moved there in 2002, when nearby volcano Mount Nyiragongo erupted and destroyed her home in Berere. Benghazi, a slum of wooden shacks built atop lava rock, was named after the city of Benghazi, the Revolutionary base during the Libyan Civil War, as it is a place of “fighting and crying.” Many residents are prostitutes and their families. Upon arrival, she roomed with other sex workers to save money. She now has two rooms and pays $30 per month.

    In 2000, when Hamida was 13, she went to the airport looking for water and was kidnapped by a FARDC soldier, who held and raped Hamida at a FARDC base for six months, calling her his “wife.” Hamida could not leave the base and though she did not have to cook or shop she was required to sleep with the soldier everyday. Her mother looked for her but received no answers until the soldier was sent home to Kinshasa and Hamida was set free. Shortly after, some sex workers learned of Hamida’s experience and gave her small things like clothing and brought her to nightclubs and found men for her, though Hamida was given no money. Eventually the women gave her money and Hamida would give it to her mother.

    Hamida has four children by four different men. Several of her clients are UN soldiers and one of them, a South African, fathered one of her children. Another father is also South African and two are Congolese. The Congolese do not come to see the children but the South Africans occasionally do. Her oldest, Israel, is 13. “I see many people who have riches, money and cars, but they have no children. To keep a newborn in my body for nine months is not expensive, and it is something I can do. I have the kind of body that God gives children to. Sometimes I have used nine months to wake up in the road, so having children is something I can do. I have never studied, so maybe these children will help me one day. Yes, I could kill a baby and have less responsibilities, but I am afraid of the God of my mother.”

    Hamida occasionally attends the Pentecostal Sepac church with her children and mother, who works at the church. “I have to go to church, to hear the preaching and the singing. When I was young I sang in the church. I respect the God my mother prays to. My mother was a muslim and converted to Christianity. My father is still a Muslim and when she converted they began having problems. He stopped helping to support her, saying she had ‘become the wife of Jesus.’”

    “I have a difficult life. I live this way because I have many problems to resolve. I have no education or opportunities to study, but one day if I can have a job I can improve my situation. If God gives me a man to marry and who supports my children, I can also be happy. Because no woman can receive so many men in this way and be happy, it is only out of necessity. In Congo we do not have many men, the many wars here killed them. So have many women and to stay married is difficult. Often if we marry the Congolese man, we have a child after six months or a year and then he leaves. Sometimes the South African men forgets you and his child but sometimes he has a good heart and sends money. When we ask the South African UN soldiers, who say they come here to give us peace, why we do not have peace they can not tell us why. Sometimes they just cry and ask us why there is no peace in Congo