why ALL MEN CHEAT on Loyal Women


got me thinking backwards over a few thing!

Originally posted on Real News:


By: Ebrahim Aseem Follow@fuel4thebody

IG: @Fuel4TheBODY

When I confessed to my EX’s questioning of my fidelity over a year ago, all she could say was “wow”. She seemed very taken aback by my answer. So today, when I was asked ‘why men cheat’ by a young lady during a Public Speaking event, I was initial hesitant to share the full conversation me and my EX had about her suspicion of my lack of loyalty.

“Can you tell me why all men cheat on loyal Women?” a curly haired PreMed student asked me today, during my public speak to a room full of 300 Women. My response to her question was,

“Males cheat on loyal women to boost their ego. A woman can be perfect for him. Beautiful, career minded, own money, cooks, does whatever he wants her to do in bed, loyal, intelligent, educated, faithful and…

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Exhibition: Why Africans Are Not United by Taye Balogun & Mutua Matheka, Aug. 21-Sept. 4 2014 @ Kuona Trust

Originally posted on Nairobi Now :: arts, culture and events:

Why are Africans NOT united
Opening Date: Thursday, August 21 2014
Time: from 6 pm
Venue: Kuona Trust Gallery

The show will run until the 4th of September and thereafter tour other African cities including Lagos, Johannesburg and Addis Ababa over the next few months.

This conceptual photography exhibition consist of works produced by Nigerian film director,producer and photographer, Taye Balogun and photographed by professional Kenyan photographer Mutua Matheka. It traces the vision of African Unity by the continent’s past leaders (Kwame Nkrumah, Muammar Gaddafi, Julius Nyerere amongst others). The work on display aims to provoke reactions from the audience, and push for collaborative effort to foster African Unity.

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Exhibition: Why Africans Are Not United by Taye Balogun & Mutua Matheka, Aug. 21-Sept. 4 2014 @ Kuona Trust

Masterclass: The Inner Life of Sentences

Originally posted on Storymoja:

Masterclass: The Inner Life of Sentences – A Fiction Masterclass

With: Okwiri Oduor and Teju Cole

Time: Fri 19th September 2pm – 5pm

Venue: Nairobi National Museum

Not all narratives are equally memorable. How does a story go from something that is simply told to something that takes hold of the reader and won’t let go? Okwiri and Teju will work with twenty-five students to show how editing can help transform an ordinary story into something special.

Okwiri Oduor is the winner of the 2014 Caine Prize for her short story “My Father’s Head”. She is a 2014 MacDowell Colony fellow. Okwiri Oduor published her first novella, “The Dream Chasers”, in 2011. It was highly commended by the Commonwealth Book Prize, 2012. She is currently at work on her debut novel.

Teju Cole is writer, art historian, street photographer and the author of Every Day is…

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Women Who are Ambivalent about Women Against Women Against Feminism


One of the most interesting reads I’ve read in a long time! So cool and insiteful!

Originally posted on The Bloggess:

So...yeah.  Right now there’s a lot of talk about a tumblr called WomenAgainstFeminism.  It’s just pictures of some women holding up handwritten signs entitled “I don’t need feminism because...”  Some of the reasons they give for not needing feminism almost seem like a parody (“How the fuck am I suppose to open jars and lift heavy things without my husband?”) and some (“I don’t need to grow out my body hair to prove I’m equal to men”) just make me wonder where in the world they got their definition of feminism.

At first I considered starting my own “I Don’t Need _____ Because” tumblr with people holding equally baffling signs.  Signs like:



I don’t need air because LOTS OF IT…

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and I wish—


This is definitely worth a read!

Originally posted on traveling back here:

For the flow of tears to find another river to fill,
than that of mine own

Such is the wish.
How can one want so much,
and yet, when it comes to a single tender touch,
the willing of all else matters not.
For to feel the caress upon my cheek, tenderly,
it is then only to this, my wish is sought.
All else matters naught.

Though I feel the thunder within my ears of mine heart beating
the pulse traverses to passions unto its own.
Another wash of tears bear down the river for mine is the ears that can only hear
a wish, a singular hope,
matching the rhythm of a thousand drums piercing mine very own soul.
What can it take, for what must be the toll…

and I wish upon the very voice singing within my pulse,
beating, flowing and pounding at my hopes

How I…

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and I wish—