dynamicafrica:

For many African communities, markets still play a pivotal role in our daily lives. Markets are not only a center of activity - from bustle to hustle - but are a place for people to shop, socialize and have stimulating interactions. Located in the country’s capital city, Mozambique’s Xipamanine market is one such place.

Let lovely ladies at Nzualo Na’ Khumalo introduce to a place that’s much more than the negative search results it gets.

If you Google the word “Xipamanine” a lot of references might be thrown at you. Some words will pop right up: “Crowded”, “ disorganized”, “cluttered”, “filthy”, etc.

"Don’t let it fool you, Xipamanine is unique business center.  Like most informal markets, it is a world of its own. It is famous for its supersize, but in our opinion it is all the noise and excentric organization that make it unique.

People scream, dance, yell, do anything to get your attention. They’re here to sell. You’re there to buy. Here you can purchase anything from clothing, to construction material, school supplies, food, traditional medicine and even live animals like goats.

The people here are brave. This is people who weren’t afraid to take the little they had to build an empire. People who dared to put themselves out there. People who took the shot.

From mothers to grandfathers, everyone here is striving for something better.

People just like us. That’s why it made sense for us to go there, to trace our inspiration and bring that piece of our soul into Back to the roots.

This is where our grandparents and parents purchased their goods before the existence of Shopping malls with defined infrastructures. It is also where young folks like us come to buy the latest fashion or food to feed their families.

We wanted to showcase in a more honest way the unique feeling and vibe of the market. Our pictures are not edited, for this reason.

We wanted to bring the rawness of its beauty; the texture of its environment; the loudness of people and animals.

FEEL IT, SEE IT, SMEEL IT!!!

This is Xipamanine!”

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     “There are a lot of things I regret, but I’m glad I got to tell my father that I love him before he died. The night he passed away—it was a year ago in July—we had a conversation on the phone. I said, ‘I love you, dad’ and he said, ‘I love you too.’ That was at 6:15 on a Tuesday afternoon, and he died at 10:45 that night from a heart attack. It’s still very painful, and I miss him terribly. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him and all the good times and great conversations we had. But it was a good thing to say, and a good thing to remember—whether it’s family, a loved one, or a friend, it’s good to know that the last thing you said to someone was that you loved them, and they said it back. That’s why we need to appreciate the people in our lives more. Give them more hugs, say ‘I love you’ more often—you never know if that might be the last time you see somebody.”

Bitch, don’t try me. I am Rihanna.

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blackafricanandbeautiful:

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candidinatlanta:

"As the protesters marched through the streets, it began to storm. Every time the thunder crashed, the protesters would cheer louder and louder. It seemed as if mother nature herself were cheering them on.."

We ain’t going away this time

Amazing.

Beautiful.

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convolutedperceptions:

And he’s been going all day. The fact that he can continue for hours is more than enough reason that this needs to stop.

Sad.

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writing “sorry” at the bottom of your math test

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