More Young People from across Africa are now embracing permaculture and regenerative agriculture please join our upcoming 8th All Africa Advance Permaculture Design Course Academy coming in 10th to 20th July 2022: https://t.me/AfrikaIPR/361
Join Tele-Permaculture Africa: https://t.me/joinchat/GkR05nqPS9Lhe05M
https://t.me/AfrikaIPR/351?single, https://t.me/AfrikaIPR/359, https://t.me/AfrikaIPR/360

Maurice Obuya writes,
"Please back up this African Indigenous Ecosystems Restoration Project.
African Indigenous Permaculture Center Project in Progress. The mother of East Africa Bio-Diversified Hotspots and East Africa Bio-Regional Hubs based Jefferson's Permaculture Eco-sphere Centres Kenya which has 354 Indigenous Ecosystems and the Host of 8th All Africa Advance Permaculture Design Course Academy from 10th to 20th July 2022.
Thanks 🙏🙏🙏 to the support and inspiration of Jeremiah Kidd Mike Krupnick Dodie Dean Chris Bushman Meg McGowan Rachel Treichler Linda Moerland Brett Pritchard Frances Mollison Greg Knibbs James Atherton Colin H Richard Jai Lakshman Raven Shelley Elisabeth Lisi Elisabeth O'Kelly Yolanda Warner-Galina Kasia Morris Meg Morris Stefan Sobkowiak • https://www.facebook.com/maurice.obuya1/posts/5100533286636043 • https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuild-indigenous-permaculture-center • https://t.me/AfrikaIPR/366

💥💥Sensation! 💥💥
African develops first TV AND e-car that run on electricity generated by radio waves

Completely self-sufficient, with no power or solar source.
No one is talking about it in the mainstream and they even tried to poison him last year.

The elite doesn't want us to evolve. Nor does it want us to know that free energy is available for very little money. We are being screwed through the teeth so that we can be exploited. #NeuzeitNachrichten

@ITandTechnologies

1 - ميݣيل دي سيرڤانطيس

10/30/21 by Wikipedia Darija

Web player: https://podcastaddict.com/episode/137751527
Episode: https://anchor.fm/s/71f708fc/podcast/play/42576395/https%3A%2F%2Fd3ctxlq1ktw2nl.cloudfront.net%2Fstaging%2F2021-9-30%2F0a1d3e38-2db4-6d66-c870-62c26bde05d8.mp3

لحلقة اللولا ديال بودكاسط ويكيبيديا بالدارجة - ميݣيل دي سيرڤانطيس

🔊 IPR Morocco • Intuitive Public Radio Morocco • IPR ••• https://t.me/+UWm0hDAJtgF1Z1c-

https://t.me/AfrikaIPR/369

reality. 😔
Mortuary ..
A letter from a bride who lives in a quarter of a tent
I know that I do not have the same right as you have the right to be loved, engaged, or married.
It was a funny situation when my father said to my bridegroom, why delay.. I want to check on my daughter before I die..
Each of us was thinking about himself.. I wonder who will be deposited first..
Here, the usual laws of life differ.
Here we do not live as you do - if it is correct to say that he lived -
Living, which means bread, may not be available.
Bread is in a house.. and here there is no house, no oven, and no wall for the wailing..
I remembered my father’s words, “I want to check on her,” as I heard the women’s mutterings from behind the tent canvas, “Poor, she has become a widow.”
-I looked at my colored clothes..Is this coat suitable for mourning my husband and for the waiting period..red, green and purple with pink..but this is what came to me from the help and I have no other..
Shall I take it off and put on my black summer abaya..and freeze from the cold me too..
I tried to put the abaya over it.. but I couldn't because it was too big for me..
I seem to have lost a lot of weight after the death of my husband and son.
Alhamdulillah I am no longer as hungry as before..I no longer dream of a plate of grape leaves..I will not feel guilty again as I used to when my father influences me with his food while I am pregnant.
It is enough for me now to look at my father and his sadness and tears.. to lose my appetite for food..
To look at that fireplace that we rejoiced in.. It was the cause of my husband's death..
He used to tell me: I am a young man who can stand the smell, and he puts nylon, plastic and garbage bags to set the fire.
I remember how he used to keep my father away.. and fear for him.. and keep me away during my last months.. so that we do not inhale those harmful odors..
I hate this heater that has become cold..All day long I look away from it..But at night it sees me as a ghost..It wants to pounce on my neck laughing with joy..Yes, the sound of the wind is coming out of those rusty chimneys snarling like the sounds of jinn at a party..
_I don't know who will read this message of mine..but I wish him to tell everyone that they are right..I shouldn't have lived as the rest of creation lives..
Even when they brought me a smart phone.. and electricity by solar energy.. I opened the means of communication with hope.. who feels us.. I found everyone writing..
Why are these guys getting married?!
Why do they have children?! They are in tents!!
They are forbidden.
Many of them suggest that they donate "contraceptive drugs" to us.
Actually.. you are right..
You know.. laugh a little.. but laugh a lot..
When I got engaged..and my father asked him when the wedding..he said maybe after two years to be myself and prepare the house and buy furniture..
We laughed a lot that day..we joked about the value of the dowry..and the wedding feast..
_ And so in pregnancy - we live simply - and we turn it into humor..
We say we wish we knew whether he was a boy or a girl.. so that we could buy clothes on a clear basis and choose the color!!
_ Laugh.
I was naive.. when I and my father thought that we have the right to live like you.. and have children!!
Yes.. It was an extremely painful moment.. To a point that I can't describe.. When I woke up to find my son, whom I held on my chest while I was sleeping.. I put him next to my heart to be warmed by my blood.. He became blue in color, cold and silent.. I don't know. Was my blood cold and did not protect him..or did he choose to follow his father..
What words would describe my condition as they took my baby from my hand to put it in a carton and then stacked the rest of the babies next to it.. as if they were merchandise with no lives to be lost..
To become the corner of the camp.. a refrigerator for the dead.. everyone lies there.. waiting silently for the storm to subside.. so that they may burial in their graves and rest from this mortal world.

..
after two days ...
When the storm subsides and it's time to bury
I went out touching my child.. I hugged him and smelled him even though he was frozen.. I shed hot tears over him, hoping to warm this body..
And with me are young women who are groping their livers like me.. in a last farewell..
And men are close to us.. they remove piles of ice before they reach the underground..
In this solemn situation, I heard one of them plead for his brother in his ear.
(Aren't people saying, “The living is better than the dead,” so perhaps you would give me Ahmed’s coat instead of using it as a shroud and burying him with it, because my children shiver from the cold at night)
_To whom does my message reach?
I promise I will not marry again.. and I will not have children.. but I hope not to be buried with my coat.. so please send us shovels to dig and shrouds
A letter from a refugee bride living in a tent

https://spartacus-educational.com/Sequiano.htm When he was about eleven, Equiano was kidnapped and after six months of captivity he was brought to the coast where he encountered white men for the first time. Equiano later recalled in his autobiography, The Life of Olaudah Equiano the African (1787): "The first object which saluted my eyes when I arrived on the coast, was the sea, and a slave ship, which was then riding at anchor, and waiting for its cargo. These filled me with astonishment, which was soon converted into terror, when I was carried on board. I was immediately handled, and tossed up to see if I were sound, by some of the crew; and I was now persuaded that I had gotten into a world of bad spirits, and that they were going to kill me. Their complexions, too, differing so much from ours, their long hair, and the language they spoke, (which was very different from any I had ever heard) united to confirm me in this belief. Indeed, such were the horrors of my views and fears at the moment, that, if ten thousand worlds had been my own, I would have freely parted with them all to have exchanged my condition with that of the meanest slave in my own country."

Olaudah Equiano was placed on a slave-ship bound for Barbados. "I was soon put down under the decks, and there I received such a greeting in my nostrils as I had never experienced in my life; so that, with the loathsomeness of the stench, and crying together, I became so sick and low that I was not able to eat, nor had I the least desire to taste anything. I now wished for the last friend, death, to relieve me; but soon, to my grief, two of the white men offered me eatables; and, on my refusing to eat, one of them held me fast by the hands, and laid me across, I think, the windlass, and tied my feet, while the other flogged me severely. The closeness of the place, and the heat of the climate, added to the number in the ship, which was so crowded that each had scarcely room to turn himself, almost suffocated us. The air soon became unfit for respiration, from a variety of loathsome smells, and brought on a sickness among the slaves, of which many died. The wretched situation was again aggravated by the chains, now unsupportable, and the filth of the necessary tubs, into which the children often fell, and were almost suffocated. The shrieks of the women, and the groans of the dying, rendered the whole a scene of horror almost inconceivable."

'By the end of the Seven Years' War he reached the rank of able seaman. Although he was freed by Pascal he was re-enslaved in London in 1762 and shipped to the West Indies. For four years he worked for a Montserrat based merchant, sailing between the islands and North America. "I was often a witness to cruelties of every kind, which were exercised on my unhappy fellow slaves. I used frequently to have different cargoes of new Negroes in my care for sale; and it was almost a constant practice with our clerks, and other whites, to commit violent depredations on the chastity of the female slaves; and these I was, though with reluctance, obliged to submit to at all times, being unable to help them."'

THE PLANETS ARE IN ROWS AND THE TIME HAS COME! Align 5 planets. . . Earth. . . Mars. . . Venus. . . Saturn and Jupiter. . . Viewed from Africa at 4 a.m. on April 21, 2022. The victory of LIGHT!