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Found it again!

Found it again!

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yaaannobil: Kae Sun A collaboration - Kae Sun / Joshua Kissi / Yaa Annobil www.yaaannobil.com

yaaannobil:

Kae Sun

A collaboration - Kae Sun / Joshua Kissi / Yaa Annobil

www.yaaannobil.com

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daghanaianchiq: African pulse fan page Want them

daghanaianchiq:

African pulse fan page

Want them


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When life gives you lemons…

franticcurls:

nhyira-forever:

I’ve seen this quote too many times I’m tired! Ahba!

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, DON’T MAKE LEMONADE AND DON’T MAKE ORANGE JUICE EITHER. THROW THE LEMONS RIGHT BACK, PICK THE EXACT FRUIT YOU WANT AND DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT TO DO WITH IT! We are the designers of our own destinies .

Lol guys it’s my sister.

I hope you become a raging feminist.

Lol I love this version


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37thstate:

EFYA-LIFE 

Award Winning Ghanian singer Efya gives an uplifting performance of her latest single live in Lagos

Snap snap :) love love love!!

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iandafrica: daghanaianchiq: Robyncooke love the print

iandafrica:

daghanaianchiq:

Robyncooke

love the print


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hamburgerjack: timelessword-pricelesspictures: corpse-boy: Have you noticed the Mosquitos are already out! Here is a homemade trap to help keep you and the kiddos from being a blood donor!!! HOMEMADE MOSQUITO TRAP: Items needed: 1 cup of water 1/4 cup of brown sugar 1 gram of yeast 1 2-liter bottle HOW: 1. Cut the plastic bottle in half. 2. Mix brown sugar with hot water. Let cool. When cold, pour in the bottom half of the bottle. 3. Add the yeast. No need to mix. It creates carbon dioxide, which attracts mosquitoes. 4. Place the funnel part, upside down, into the other half of the bottle, taping them together if desired. 5. Wrap the bottle with something black, leaving the top uncovered, and place it outside in an area away from your normal gathering area. (Mosquitoes are also drawn to the color black.) REBLOGGING BECAUSE IMPORTANT damn Im trying this in Burkina!

hamburgerjack:

timelessword-pricelesspictures:

corpse-boy:

Have you noticed the Mosquitos are already out! Here is a homemade trap to help keep you and the kiddos from being a blood donor!!!

HOMEMADE MOSQUITO TRAP:
Items needed:
1 cup of water
1/4 cup of brown sugar
1 gram of yeast
1 2-liter bottle

HOW:
1. Cut the plastic bottle in half.
2. Mix brown sugar with hot water. Let cool. When cold, pour in the bottom half of the bottle.
3. Add the yeast. No need to mix. It creates carbon dioxide, which attracts mosquitoes.
4. Place the funnel part, upside down, into the other half of the bottle, taping them together if desired.
5. Wrap the bottle with something black, leaving the top uncovered, and place it outside in an area away from your normal gathering area. (Mosquitoes are also drawn to the color black.)

REBLOGGING BECAUSE IMPORTANT

damn

Im trying this in Burkina!

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Its a process. Allow it to play out and go through the emotions. Its a process.

Its a process. Allow it to play out and go through the emotions. Its a process.



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peacewriter15:

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cocoandbreezy: The way we start our morning …..#inspiration

cocoandbreezy:

The way we start our morning …..#inspiration

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jhawkaccra:

~Market Day at Madina Market~

For my nutrition class, we took a field trip to Madina Market to look at the local foods and their prices to compare “traditional” markets to “westernize” markets (grocery stores).  I woke up and left at 7 am to get to the market before it started getting too busy, and when I say busy, it is like the busy you experience by the Rockefeller Tree at Christmas time, except all of the women have large pans full of food balancing on their heads and children running around.

It was such a neat experience, and of course, we all couldn’t leave until we “chopped” a few cedis (aka spent some money).  We bought fruit, snacks and dried hibiscus flowers to make tea.  We also got adventurous and tried some of the smoked fish that Ghanaians love so much.  I was apprehensive, but I am so glad I tried it (tasted like jerky, surprisingly…).

I am still alive, so it couldn’t have been that bad for me! 

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I’m staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I’m going to the place where love
And feeling good don’t ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel’s a different kind of pain.

Well I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I’m going home.
Well I’m going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I’ve not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don’t know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,

Be careful what you wish for,
‘Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don’t want.
Be careful what you wish for,
‘Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I’m going home.
I’m going home.



Reblogged from fantastyck
ourafrica: fantastyck: [Fashion SHow]  Model : diane konan  Designer: Gilles toure cote d’Ivoire This is Africa, our Africa

ourafrica:

fantastyck:

[Fashion SHow] 

Model : diane konan 

Designer: Gilles toure

cote d’Ivoire

This is Africa, our Africa



Sauti Sol - I’m coming home