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For many African communities, markets still play a pivotal role in our daily lives. Markets are not only a center of activity - from bustle to hustle - but are a place for people to shop, socialize and have stimulating interactions. Located in the country’s capital city, Mozambique’s Xipamanine market is one such place.

Let lovely ladies at Nzualo Na’ Khumalo introduce to a place that’s much more than the negative search results it gets.

If you Google the word “Xipamanine” a lot of references might be thrown at you. Some words will pop right up: “Crowded”, “ disorganized”, “cluttered”, “filthy”, etc.

"Don’t let it fool you, Xipamanine is unique business center.  Like most informal markets, it is a world of its own. It is famous for its supersize, but in our opinion it is all the noise and excentric organization that make it unique.

People scream, dance, yell, do anything to get your attention. They’re here to sell. You’re there to buy. Here you can purchase anything from clothing, to construction material, school supplies, food, traditional medicine and even live animals like goats.

The people here are brave. This is people who weren’t afraid to take the little they had to build an empire. People who dared to put themselves out there. People who took the shot.

From mothers to grandfathers, everyone here is striving for something better.

People just like us. That’s why it made sense for us to go there, to trace our inspiration and bring that piece of our soul into Back to the roots.

This is where our grandparents and parents purchased their goods before the existence of Shopping malls with defined infrastructures. It is also where young folks like us come to buy the latest fashion or food to feed their families.

We wanted to showcase in a more honest way the unique feeling and vibe of the market. Our pictures are not edited, for this reason.

We wanted to bring the rawness of its beauty; the texture of its environment; the loudness of people and animals.

FEEL IT, SEE IT, SMEEL IT!!!

This is Xipamanine!”

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I appreciate everyone who takes the time to read, donate, and share this.

I absolutely hate asking for help, but I don’t know what else to do. I’m a 19 year old female disabled domestic abuse survivor who is in pretty desperate need of housing. This is the second time that my mom, sister, and I have been homeless since leaving my abusive step dad in 2008. My mom started dating my abusive step dad when I was two, so I don’t know a life without him. He tore down my self esteem and prevented me from having a childhood as well as having friends, and once we left him (I was 14) I hoped that things would be better, but nothing really improved. My mother and I do not get along, and it is extreme, which most likely stems from her life being a rollercoaster as well, but she is constantly at my throat and I can’t handle this constant anxiety coming from my home life anymore. Right now I am relying only on my sex work (I sell my nude photos) in order to buy food and necessities for my entire family. Because of this I am unable to save anything because I don’t make very much money at all and I have been forking over cash to many people who don’t understand the stress and strain I’m under. I have dealt with constant bullying at home (and at school, before I graduated) my entire life, as well as constantly being evicted and moved around and without basic needs such as food and clothing. I’ve lived in over 20 places so far and have attended 10 schools in my life, and I’d really love to stay somewhere for more than a few months for once. Currently, there is nowhere for me to stay besides my cousins two bedroom, one bathroom with 5 other individuals. I do not have a bed of my own, and I have a chronic bone disease as well as other chronic bone problems, so I’m in extreme pain 24/7. I also have anxiety and ocd, so as you can imagine, my mind is being exposed to a very negative environment and I have finally admitted to myself that I am depressed, and have been for a very long time. I want to begin my journey to happiness. That starts with getting away. I need help with housing. I am looking for funds for only myself as my family (although I’m sure they have good intentions, and I know I shouldn’t be making excuses for them) are very toxic and I am fighting nightly anxiety attacks being around them on top of my heavy amount of stress, so they will not be coming with me(my mom is saving for a place for she and my sister.) I need roughly $4,200 to afford to move into an apartment (a few months rent in advance, to cover myself if I don’t make enough one month until I am accepted for disability and find a part time job, furniture necessities, and groceries. Also money to pay for my wonderful dog to be able to live with me.) I apologize if this is scattered, but I’m explaining this the best I can while enduring a migraine I’ve had for two weeks and my hands shaking with anxiety(I’m a mess right now), so please forgive me if it is. Even $1 is help, and I ask that if you can’t afford to help, please share this. I appreciate everyone taking the time to read this so so much. I love you all, please remember that if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you. xo Amber

Please please please take the time to read and re-blog this and help out a person in EXTREME need. It means the world for even just a re-blog because its a chance for her story to get out there and have a chance at living a peaceful life. Amber is full of dedication, courage, life and so much more. I’ve never seen a more generous person in my entire life. She would do absolutely ANYTHING to help anyone in need. Even if it’s something from a sweet complement to a stranger, to getting the whole Kansas City Chiefs team to sign a foot ball in memory of a child that passed away who’s most favorite football team was the Kansas City Chiefs. She goes above and beyond for anyone, despite her issues and the negativity of the world. Her whole world is crashing down on her and she’s trying her absolutely best to keep trying even if there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel. As time goes on for her, the tunnel seems to be getting longer, darker, colder and no one is coming to help her way out… So show her that light at the end of the tunnel. Show her there still is hope. She is my very best friend, and I can’t stand to see her suffer anymore and not be able to help her in anyway possible. Please, read this story. Share this story. Even donate if it is possible. It would be beyond words grateful if you would do any of those three. Thank you. <3

I love you so much

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When you exoticize and fetishize someone, it’s actually an example of what’s called a “racial micro aggression”. Say it with me. Racial micro aggression. A racial micro aggression can be defined as “an everyday slight, put-down, indignity or invalidation indirectly targeted toward a marginalized group”. You might be thinking, “But I mean it as a compliment. My intentions are good.” Your intentions, sort of, don’t matter. Chescaleigh has an entire video on that, that you should totally watch if you don’t really know what I’m talking about.

A lot of times, the message that it communicates to the recipient is, “Hey, I think you’re super hot and desirable because you don’t really look like what your ethnicity would lead me to believe you should look like.”

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He called on parents to take responsibility for their sons’ actions, saying parents must teach their sons the difference between right and wrong.

"When we hear about these rapes our heads hang in shame," Mr Modi said.

"Young girls are always asked so many questions by their parents, like ‘where are you going?’. But do parents dare to ask their sons where they are going?" he asked.

Those who commit rape are also someone’s sons. It’s the responsibility of the parents to stop them before they take the wrong path,” he added.

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Okay, say what you want about him, but this is a big deal. This is Prime Minister Modi’s first Independence Day address since being elected. And instead of using this time to talk about Pakistan, like every other Independence Day speech in the past, he stood up there and talked about INDIA’s need for improvement. And amongst his topics, he talked about rape.

And he didn’t describe it as “accidental” or “boys making mistakes”, and he didn’t state that women need to “dress more dignified”, all of which have been said by other Indian politicians. For once, we’re hearing someone put the blame on the rapist, and actually calling out parents to raise their sons properly. Like everyone else, I’m still hoping Modi isn’t another PM who is all talk.

This is a big deal!

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