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a blog about nothing in particular, just everything that i like

some really beautiful african architecture because honestly this site is so western-centric

profanefame:

soundtrack0fmylife:

obsidianguise:

datimeizmeow:

elsinore-snores:

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mako

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unknown

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cameroon

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burkina faso

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mali

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Ndebele

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burkina faso


please add more if you can!

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Morocco

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Tunisia

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Ethiopia

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Ethiopia

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Dogon

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Senegal

The architecture from Burkina Faso and Cameroon was the inspiration for some of the buildings in Wakanda which is amazing

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Brazzaville, Congo

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Bamako, Mali

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Hausa house, Nigeria

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Lomé, Togo

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Yaouné, Cameroun

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Abidjan, Cote d'Ivoire


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Accra, Ghana

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Northern Ghana

- Now zoom in and take at look at the architecture in Wakanda….

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ADDITIONS!

ladyghirahim:

cheshireinthemiddle:

bprinny:

cheshireinthemiddle:

twofacetoo:

cheshireinthemiddle:

dyffrosfeatherchord:

cheshireinthemiddle:

I just had a 20 minute conversation explaining to a customer what chicken wings were.

Did you say that they were wings from a chicken? @cheshireinthemiddle

Didnt work

I can imagine the phrase ‘BUT THEY DON’T FLY, HOW CAN THEY HAVE WINGS?!’ being used at least twice

It was worse

Can you please explain in detail how it was worse

Customer: what kind of chicken do you use for your fried chicken wings?


Me: im unsure of the brand, but i can check


Customer: no, what part of the chicken is it?


Me: im sorry?


Customer: like what is it made out of?


Me: they are chicken wings.


Customer: i dont think you understand my question. Is it chicken thigh, or chicken breast?


Me: it is made with chicken wings.


Customer: okay, you arent hearing me. Chicken is sold in different parts. What oart are you selling?


Me: chicken wings. The dish is fried chicken wings. Are you perhaps asking if they are boneless? They arent. They are actual bone in wings.


Customer: Im asking what *type* of chicken it is. You are making this way more difficult than it has to be.


Me: here, our menu has a picture of the dish. These are the chicken wings available today.



Customer: how can i tell what kind of chicken it is if it is covered in brown crunchies?


Me: brown…crunchies? These are certainly chicken wings. You can see the bone here.


Customer: can i speak to the manager? You dont know what youre talking about.


Me: actually i am acting manager until we get a new hire.


Customer: all i want to know is what kind of chicken you are serving.


Me: fried chicken wings.



This went on for 20 whole minutes. She didnt even order the meal.

This is the most frustrating thing I’ve ever read

casdcan:

real talk my mom never invaded my privacy, always knocked and waited for my “come in” instead of barging into my room, never tried to read my texts or journals or notes, and I always came to her with sensitive subjects; to the point of telling her I lost my virginity the /day/ I lost my virginity

what I’m saying is: respect your kids’ privacy and they will come to you with shit you’re worried about them doing

fluffmaster5000:

unclefather:

humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we suck the cum out of peoples dicks like a gogurt. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

we suck the what out of what like what now