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even when i was little, when soap got in there it would burn so i knew not to wash it with anything other than water. dettol is asking for your vag to collapse

lol, folks stay being mean to their bodies

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dynamicafrica:

The Brazilian Baracoon, built in the 1840s and held up to 40 slaves at a time in Badagry, Lagos State. 
This ancient town of Badagry was founded around l425 A.D. Before its existence, people lived along the Coast of Gberefu and this area later gave birth to the town of Badagry. It is the second largest commercial town in Lagos State, located an hour from Lagos and half-hour from the Republic of Benin. The town of Badagry is bordered on the south by the Gulf of Guinea and surrounded by creeks, islands and a lake. The ancient town served mainly the Oyo Empire, which was comprised of Yoruba and Ogu people. Today, the Aworis and Egun are mainly the people who reside in the town of Badagry as well as in Ogun State in Nigeria and in the neighbouring Republic of Benin.
The name originated from the fact that the people of Badagry’s means of livelihood are farming, fishing and salt making due to the availability of trees and presence of ocean water respectively. The natives believed that Badagry was founded by a famous farmer called Agbedeh who maintained a farm which became popular it was named after him. The word Greme meant farm in Ogu language and a visit to Agbedeh’s farm brought about the word and Agbedegreme and its usage meaning Agbedeh’s farm. It was then coined to Agbadagari by the Yoruba inhabitants and later corrupted to Badagry by the European slave merchants before the end of the seventeenth century.
Badagry is majorly recognised for its slave trade by the foreigners.
The trade began in 1440 with Prince Henry, the navigator of Portugal.  By 1593, 12,000 slaves had been sold to labour markets in Italy and Spain. One horse was traded for 25-30 slaves in the 1440s and the value of African slaves rose from six to eight slaves per horse. By the 16th century, there were over 32,000 slaves in Portugal.
Along the line, Seriki Faremi Williams, an African slave appealed a bargain with his buyers. He agreed to supply slaves to the foreigners in exchange for his freedom. The Nigerian, specifically of the Yoruba tribe to be exact, got his wish and was immediately set free to begin business. He returned to Badagry and built the Brazillian Baracoon with the mission to transport as much slaves as possible. He raided villages and captured their natives and sold them to the middlemen who eventually re-sold them as slaves to European slave merchants.
The baracoons were small rooms where up to 40 slaves were kept, all in upright position for days before they were shipped across the lagoon via the point of no return into the waiting ships. The group of houses, now mostly residential, were all at one point or the other used to keep slaves waiting to be transported. Vlekete square, founded in 1510, was known to be the slave market in Badagry.
The slave merchants began to work on his intelligence and that of African Leaders involved and enticed them with material gifts. Slaves were then exchanged for merchandises as little as whisky, tobacco, rum, cuppino glass, canons, iron bars, brass, woollen, cotton, linen, silk, beads, guns, gun powder amongst others. Because they knew it was of paramount importance to these natives.
Historically speaking, Badagry was the first and last port of call. When the ships arrive to pick these slaves, they would be brought out from the hole in which they were put and taken to a place called ‘The Point of No Return’. This process involved the crossing of slaves through the ocean that links the Badagry port to this point. When the slaves have been crossed over, they would walk about 20miles to the point.
In between, they would each approach a coven where they would drink from a well that contained a silver shiny liquid claimed to be water and recite a verse. This initiation would wipe out there memory so as to avoid foreknowledge of their whereabouts. The curator further explained that these slaves immediately loose their memory and do not regain it until they reach their final destination. Only the strong ones make it to the New World and maybe luckily, back.
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dynamicafrica:

The Brazilian Baracoon, built in the 1840s and held up to 40 slaves at a time in Badagry, Lagos State.

This ancient town of Badagry was founded around l425 A.D. Before its existence, people lived along the Coast of Gberefu and this area later gave birth to the town of Badagry. It is the second largest commercial town in Lagos State, located an hour from Lagos and half-hour from the Republic of Benin. The town of Badagry is bordered on the south by the Gulf of Guinea and surrounded by creeks, islands and a lake. The ancient town served mainly the Oyo Empire, which was comprised of Yoruba and Ogu people. Today, the Aworis and Egun are mainly the people who reside in the town of Badagry as well as in Ogun State in Nigeria and in the neighbouring Republic of Benin.

The name originated from the fact that the people of Badagry’s means of livelihood are farming, fishing and salt making due to the availability of trees and presence of ocean water respectively. The natives believed that Badagry was founded by a famous farmer called Agbedeh who maintained a farm which became popular it was named after him. The word Greme meant farm in Ogu language and a visit to Agbedeh’s farm brought about the word and Agbedegreme and its usage meaning Agbedeh’s farm. It was then coined to Agbadagari by the Yoruba inhabitants and later corrupted to Badagry by the European slave merchants before the end of the seventeenth century.

Badagry is majorly recognised for its slave trade by the foreigners.

The trade began in 1440 with Prince Henry, the navigator of Portugal.  By 1593, 12,000 slaves had been sold to labour markets in Italy and Spain. One horse was traded for 25-30 slaves in the 1440s and the value of African slaves rose from six to eight slaves per horse. By the 16th century, there were over 32,000 slaves in Portugal.

Along the line, Seriki Faremi Williams, an African slave appealed a bargain with his buyers. He agreed to supply slaves to the foreigners in exchange for his freedom. The Nigerian, specifically of the Yoruba tribe to be exact, got his wish and was immediately set free to begin business. He returned to Badagry and built the Brazillian Baracoon with the mission to transport as much slaves as possible. He raided villages and captured their natives and sold them to the middlemen who eventually re-sold them as slaves to European slave merchants.

The baracoons were small rooms where up to 40 slaves were kept, all in upright position for days before they were shipped across the lagoon via the point of no return into the waiting ships. The group of houses, now mostly residential, were all at one point or the other used to keep slaves waiting to be transported. Vlekete square, founded in 1510, was known to be the slave market in Badagry.

The slave merchants began to work on his intelligence and that of African Leaders involved and enticed them with material gifts. Slaves were then exchanged for merchandises as little as whisky, tobacco, rum, cuppino glass, canons, iron bars, brass, woollen, cotton, linen, silk, beads, guns, gun powder amongst others. Because they knew it was of paramount importance to these natives.

Historically speaking, Badagry was the first and last port of call. When the ships arrive to pick these slaves, they would be brought out from the hole in which they were put and taken to a place called ‘The Point of No Return’. This process involved the crossing of slaves through the ocean that links the Badagry port to this point. When the slaves have been crossed over, they would walk about 20miles to the point.

In between, they would each approach a coven where they would drink from a well that contained a silver shiny liquid claimed to be water and recite a verse. This initiation would wipe out there memory so as to avoid foreknowledge of their whereabouts. The curator further explained that these slaves immediately loose their memory and do not regain it until they reach their final destination. Only the strong ones make it to the New World and maybe luckily, back.

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Writing these things is helping me feel comfortable enough to tackle the actual work I should be doing.

I’m quite fortunate that despite my early onset and continued abuse, I figured out the basics of appropriate human behaviours quite early.

Even before I was five, I understood the need to have full and express consent before doing anything to anyone.

If a child (regardless of the circumstances by which I came to that knowledge) could understand such a concept, why then does it seem so incredibly hard for adults nowadays to grasp?

To avoid revealing anything more, I’ll stop; right after I say It’s just selfishness that makes folks feel entitled to other people and wickedness that makes them angry when the people react to their actions in ways they deem ‘untoward’.

I’m really not here for the hyper-masculine thing most men start spewing once they know they’re to become or become fathers of little girls.

I’m not here for the ‘she could be your sister, mother, aunt, cousin or niece’ thing we tell men to make them humanise us and our struggles.

See, the thing is, why do you have to see me as your family before I’m worthy of your respect and concern?

Why must I be your daughter before you write poems promising hell to your brothers that might attempt to harass me?

I get it. Once family, the stakes become higher.

But my issue with the narrative is that it’s never men changing their views and wanting to teach other men, it’s always promising violence.

Yes, absolutely smash their knee caps with a bat but you could also teach them. The time it’ll take you to smash one knee cap, you could have taught a hundred more.

The entire narrative is never ‘don’t be a prat’, it’s always ‘don’t be a prat to mine’

And there the problem lies.

household disinfectant WHAT

Man, it was on this here tumblr someone advocated for the use of dettol (you know like you’d find folks using to clean toilets in Nigeria) to wash the coochie.
Swear to God I felt my whole body convulse that day.

yupyaki4life replied to your post “Man, women on tumblr are harming folks! You have folks telling people…”

Most docs and nurses that know their ish say leave ur pussy alone just water. It does da work itself
If u absolutely need soap use something very mild and mix a lil wit lukewarm h2o.

Man, You’re absolutely right. wash with water or soap free washes. The household disinfectant one made me wince wallah.

My Tumblr saviour List makes me happy.

With each addition, I feel like I can see more of what I want on my dash and less of the bullshit.

It has also let me realise how much fuckery is being posted by whom.

It’s simply marvellous.

Man, women on tumblr are harming folks!

You have folks telling people to wash their genitals with soap and household disinfectant and finish with douches and ‘feminine perfumes’

Folks telling you to wash your face with a scrub of pure lemon juice and sea salt or sugar and finish with tea tree oil.

There’s others with no qualms with advocating the use of proven skin cancer causing bleaching creams 

(BY THE WAY, ALL THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE ARE WRONG AND YOU SHOULD NEVER DO THEM UNLESS UNDER STRICT INSTRUCTIONS FROM YOUR DOCTOR (ALTHOUGH I QUESTION ANY DOCTOR THAT WILL TELL YOU TO DO THOSE THINGS TO BE HONEST))

and no one checks these people ‘cos they’re ‘tumblr famous’ or the people have stank ass attitudes and see any comment as personal insults.

I know a lot of us are very into the natural remedies movement and DIY beauty treatments but do you think the people that go to school to study these things are idiots?

Man do your research! don’t let these people harm you!

Very few of them (if any) have any qualifications to tell you what to do for what, go see your GPs if you have any medical questions (seriously, no question is too mundane, your health at the end of the day is all you really have) and for goodness sake, do your research!

deprincessed:

Each designer has a signature piece which represents their whole aesthetic, and in my mind this corset from Alexander McQueen Fall/Winter 1996 is quintessentially everything that Lee stood for. The lilac silk faille corset was covered in a web of black lace and embroidered with beads, inspired by the Victorian age (it was symbolic for mourning) as many of McQueen’s earlier pieces were. Its sharp high neck obstructed the view of the model and had a look as if it belonged to the villain of some twisted fairytale, making the piece raw and unapologetic, but also added a kind of melancholy. This piece is alluring but not particulary conventionally beautiful, which is one of the things that I admire about McQueen’s work; he has this innate ability to find beauty even in the darkest of places, to give ugliness a new kind of attraction. This artistic eye lead McQueen to create an unmatched legacy of haunting collections that will go down in history. image via.

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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

"

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)

This is the thought and emotional process I need in a partner

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str8nochaser:

Cos you asked :)

lookin’ like an easter basket full of sweets, HOW RUDE. brow game on 11…. thousand. 
i have a wicked sweet tooth now. 
hmph.


:D cheesing real hard :)

str8nochaser:

Cos you asked :)

lookin’ like an easter basket full of sweets, HOW RUDE. brow game on 11…. thousand. 

i have a wicked sweet tooth now. 

hmph.

:D cheesing real hard :)

gwenlightened:

fit-journey:

fickspired:

thinsoundsgood:

This is a picture of me and my two gorgeous best friends. Clearly, we all have very different body types, and you know what? None of us is healthier, prettier or happier than the others because of it.
That’s me on the left. I’m short, super petite, and have about as much muscle mass as a blob of gelatin. Despite being naturally thin, I have always been far from in shape. Not even a month ago, running two minutes at a time was a struggle—now I can run without stopping for more than a half hour.Felicia, in the center, is probably the most active girl I know. The opposite of me, she’s one of those people that can build muscle just by looking in the direction of a dumbbell. She loves running like I do, and we’ve discussed running a 5k. She’s a big yoga enthusiast and has tried all sorts of different forms that I can’t pronounce, and she’s found free community yoga classes for us to attend together. Also, she has abs of steel, seriously. She’s helping me with my ab workouts. She’s also recently lost over 60 lbs through her active lifestyle and healthy diet.That’s my friend Maddy on the right. She’s curvy and feminine, but she’s a beast in the gym. Strength training is her thing. She could probably bench press two of me. Not only is she incredibly strong, she’s insanely flexible and an avid pole dancer. We’re taking classes together even though she can spin circles around me on that damn pole, and look gorgeous while she does it.My friends inspire me so much, and remind me that diversity is lovely. You don’t have to be skinny to be beautiful and confident, nor do you have to look like girls in Nike ads to be strong and fit. You don’t need to weigh a certain number, fit into a certain size, or have a certain appearance to be confident, healthy, or happy. I think that my friends prove that to me. I’ll never be long and willowy like a supermodel, or well-built like all those fitspo girls. I’ll never look like either of my friends, and they’ll never look like me. And that’s ok, because fitness is about being the best you can be, not comparing yourself to others. Embrace what you have, and help others embrace what they have. Fitness is funner with friends. Get them involved. Take a class, go for a walk, make a healthy dinner together. You’ll always have support and a fun activity to bond over.

this is one of the best things i’ve read on tumblr. Friends come in all different shapes, colors and sizes. May your friendships be everlasting 

gwenlightened:

fit-journey:

fickspired:

thinsoundsgood:

This is a picture of me and my two gorgeous best friends. Clearly, we all have very different body types, and you know what? None of us is healthier, prettier or happier than the others because of it.


That’s me on the left. I’m short, super petite, and have about as much muscle mass as a blob of gelatin. Despite being naturally thin, I have always been far from in shape. Not even a month ago, running two minutes at a time was a struggle—now I can run without stopping for more than a half hour.

Felicia, in the center, is probably the most active girl I know. The opposite of me, she’s one of those people that can build muscle just by looking in the direction of a dumbbell. She loves running like I do, and we’ve discussed running a 5k. She’s a big yoga enthusiast and has tried all sorts of different forms that I can’t pronounce, and she’s found free community yoga classes for us to attend together. Also, she has abs of steel, seriously. She’s helping me with my ab workouts. She’s also recently lost over 60 lbs through her active lifestyle and healthy diet.

That’s my friend Maddy on the right. She’s curvy and feminine, but she’s a beast in the gym. Strength training is her thing. She could probably bench press two of me. Not only is she incredibly strong, she’s insanely flexible and an avid pole dancer. We’re taking classes together even though she can spin circles around me on that damn pole, and look gorgeous while she does it.

My friends inspire me so much, and remind me that diversity is lovely. You don’t have to be skinny to be beautiful and confident, nor do you have to look like girls in Nike ads to be strong and fit. You don’t need to weigh a certain number, fit into a certain size, or have a certain appearance to be confident, healthy, or happy. I think that my friends prove that to me.
 
I’ll never be long and willowy like a supermodel, or well-built like all those fitspo girls. I’ll never look like either of my friends, and they’ll never look like me. And that’s ok, because fitness is about being the best you can be, not comparing yourself to others.

Embrace what you have, and help others embrace what they have. Fitness is funner with friends. Get them involved. Take a class, go for a walk, make a healthy dinner together. You’ll always have support and a fun activity to bond over.

this is one of the best things i’ve read on tumblr. Friends come in all different shapes, colors and sizes. May your friendships be everlasting 

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Nigeria Should Change Name to “United Rep. Of Songhai” - Prof. Akin Oyebode

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