Wildlife Then by equinoxio21

equinoxio21 as a toddler

Magic, fiction, and art: journalist/novelist/blogger equinoxio21 weaves them together with compassion and wisdom to create his fascinating equinoxio21 site.

Fes, Morocco’s Imperial City by Nilla

Stone engraver, Fes, Morocco, Africa

Stone engraver, Fes, Morocco, AfricaStunning world photography is the cornerstone of each of fellow blogger Nilla’s post. Here she takes us to Fes, Morocco…

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March, 2011

Lose yourself in antiquated winding alleys whilst you crisscross your way along one of Morocco’s vibrant imperial cities, fabulous Fes.

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Lucky’s Amazing Story by Oriyomi Isaac

Photo of a mixed breed brown and white dog lying down on a matt.

How do dogs get along in Nigeria? Blogger Oriyomi Isaac explains his site: “I live in the most historical part (Lagos) of Nigeria. I want people to know about things that happen in my own part of the world.”

Be Your Own Best Role Model + Learning to make homes by Elizabeth Semende

Real hand with two toy figures in which heads are replaced with toy hands.
Thank you, Ryan McGuire.

Role models can be great. They provide wisdom for how to get where we’d like to be.

Take care, though.

In our eagerness, we risk blindness and deafness to how sometimes they’re better examples of what not to do. Of the ones we love, those who are closest to us, their familiarity can feel like normalcy.

The amazing poem posted by afroliz of Zimbabwe that follows illustrates what I’m trying to say.

I believe we must all continually work to be our own best role models. Let us be lighthearted in working toward that goal. Let us be as serious as happiness when it comes to understanding which role models we might already have unwittingly chosen.

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In these places where women come to die

My mother’s words take turns to hit my ears:

“When you find a man, carve a home beneath his pride and

learn to make homes from nothing.”
Then I screamed: Mother this is not my home!

This is not a home!

It carries the weight of a man’s pride

the same way corpses carry the weight of tombstones​

In silence.

Mother did not listen.
She too found a home

In these places where nothing remains

but a swam of men urinating on the flame of our souls

She said: that is how we make homes out of nothing

By carrying the weight of a man’s pride

In silence.

© Elizabeth Semende

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Guest Blog Post: “The Last Cat for a Meal,” in Abigail Padi’s exact words

Green Eyed Cat by Abigail Padi

Worried your dad might eat your cat? Guest writer Ghanian blogger Abigail Padi is ...