ADDIS ABABA—Ethiopian Airlines is dispatching its first-ever flight operated by an all-female crew. The flight was scheduled to depart for Bangkok, Thailand, Wednesday night. The airline says it wants to promote women’s empowerment and encourage more African girls to pursue aviation careers.
Ethiopian Airlines CEO Tewolde Gebremariam said attracting more women to aviation jobs is one of the reasons for hosting the female flight, together with empowering women.
“It’s going to be very inspiring for all the women all over the world, aviation women and particularly the African woman. Because, as you know, here in the continent of Africa, we are lagging behind in women empowerment. So this is going to inspire all the school girls in Africa that they have a very bright future in the 21st century,” Gebremariam said.
The flight is being handled by women in every aspect – from planning, to aircraft maintenance, and from the pilots to air traffic controllers. Even upon arrival in Bangkok, all customs and immigration officers will be female.
Ethiopian Airlines says about one third of its employees are women. But the number is smaller when it comes to positions such as pilots and technicians.
[#FILM] Africa’s Great Civilizations Premieres on 9pm ET/8pm CT on PBS February 27, 2017
In his six-hour series, AFRICA’S GREAT CIVILIZATIONS, Henry Louis Gates, Jr. takes a look at the history of Africa, from the birth of humankind to the dawn of the 20th century. This is a breathtaking and personal journey through two hundred thousand years of history, from the origins, on the African continent, of art, writing and civilization itself, through the millennia in which Africa and Africans shaped not only their own rich civilizations, but also the wider world.
Major corporate support for Africa’s Great Civilizations is provided by Bank of America, Johnson & Johnson, and Ancestry. Major funding is also provided by The Andrew W. Mellon Foundation, the Ford Foundation, the Alfred P. Sloan Foundation, the Gilder Foundation, the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and PBS.
wait but aren't people of euro descent also europeans?? bcs if they're not then what abt asian americans who lived in us their entire lives? would u consider then not Asians but only if Asian descent?
r we actually gonna have a debate about this, like is that what we’re gonna spend our time doing today jfc…..do white people in America consider urselves American or “European American”, bc ur only fuckin there bc Europeans went over and colonised it and murdered the natives
We sent prisoners to Australia in like 1750, nearly 300 years ago, and they colonised and killed out aboriginal people, but 300 years on they don’t call themselves “European Australians” bc their ancestors 3 centuries ago were from Europe, they’re just Australian
I just want to make this clear. Too many people have been asking and questioning why we use Afro-Latino/Afro-Latinx.
We say “Afro-Latinx”, and other similar terms, not because we see ourselves as less Latinx then anyone else, but because we have consciously decided to do all we can to reinforce our embracing of our African heritage. The term is as much political as it is cultural (and it’s certainly not just one culture). We choose to embrace our African heritage, our herencia Africana, our Blackness, in order to combat the antiblackness that plagues Latin America, the U.S. And the rest of the world.
There are those that say that Latino already implies African heritage, but I don’t want my Blackness implied. I want my blackness at the forefront of my latinidad because that’s who I am in every space I go to. The “Afro” in the Afro-Latino connects me to other Black Peoples around the world. We aim to forge connections with other black peoples, people from the continent of Africa and people around the globe with African heritage/ancestry, to make connections, and to celebrate the vast and beautiful diversity of blackness.
Never in my life did I think that I would actually on a safari. If you had told me this time last year that I would be searching for lions in lagoons in Southeastern Zambia, I wouldn’t have believed you. Truth be told, exploring Africa was a bit on the back burner for a number of years. Europe, Maldives, Japan, and Patagonia have always been at the top of the list of places I wanted to visit next; always my first answer when anybody asks where I dream of traveling to. The continent of Africa, while of course a bucket-list item, was never something I had imagined myself going to right away. But it was within these moments — moments like this day’s Safari — that truly wiped away all previously imagined connotations. Africa is the BEST. Zambia is full of magic. And I’m here to tell you that spotting elephants, lions, hippos, leopards, and giraffes during sunset in their natural habitat changed me as a woman.
Synopsis: You and Neymar are both hopelessly in love with one another. It’s a shame neither of you have the courage to confess your feelings to the other.
Genre: Romance/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 8,181
Warnings: Mentions and implications of smut (not too described). Some light swear words. Mentions of abortion.
A/N: Woah, 8.1k+ words? I never expected to write this much for just one imagine! Well, you all can consider it as a treat for not posting much this month! 😘❤️ So, you all decide, part two yes or nah? 🤗💗 xoxo — jas
Neymar sat on his bed, soft fingers grasping his injured leg
and lifting the tender limb as his childhood best friend (Y/N) positioned a
plush pillow underneath his leg, before resting the bruised limb against the
pillow. Hazel-green orbs drooped, as he felt the ponderous weight of fatigue
lull him into a state of repose, his muscles and limbs aching from the harsh
foul an opponent committed against him during tonight’s match, which sent both
him and his offender tumbling to the dirtied pitch in a heap of tangled limbs.
Seconds after the fall, he felt a
sharp, piercing pain in his left ankle, as his opponent pushed himself from the
ground, with the helping hands of his teammate, but not before he stepped on Neymar, the cleats of his
boots digging into the delicate bone structure of the Brazilian’s left ankle.
The referee had blown his whistle
long before the opposition had deliberately
continued committing fouls against the home team. Although he blew his whistle
once again the moment he caught a glimpse of the intentional foul the visitors
had just committed. A second yellow card was given to the player, thus
resulting in an automatic red card, evoking several complaints and protests
from the visiting team. The referee awarded the home team with a free kick;
however, the match was unable to be resumed on the account of a home player
curled in a fetal position on the pitch, hands clutching around his throbbing
This is my entry for the prompt: Out of Place for the the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon organized by the @thebookjumper. Set after 5x23. Thanks to @candykizzes24 for the amazing edit and to @missyriver and @nalla-madness for reading and encouraging.. I hope you like it!
The camel jostled back and forth, and Felicity was having a hard time dealing with the swinging motion. After the first hour, her body was still not becoming one with the large animal underneath her, the rocking gesticulation was making her nauseous.
Scanning the narrow path that is the Siq, she noted that their caravan was now walking in a fissure made up of continuous walls of pink layered rock formations separating two tectonic plates; Felicity felt dwarfed and very claustrophobic.
Her gaze wandered to her right, meeting intense blue eyes. It was ridiculous how good Oliver looked sitting astride his camel. He just totally fit within the element. Watching him in his khakis and white Bedouin head cover was like seeing her own version of Rick O’Connell ready to conquer the desert. His golden tan, and the way his hands held the reins, his body one with his ride, you would think he grew up in this part of the world.
Felicity giggled, there were no mummies or secret treasures on this adventure, Petra was a city carved from rose rock under sea level, eternal, beautiful and alone, it offered the perfect solitude their crazy life was lacking!
Being in the heart of Wadi Rum, she never thought she would feel more out of place, the desert reminded her of Vegas. The worn rocks on either side were reminiscent of the Grand Canyon and the incessant sun and heat was just as scorching.
“How much more?” she asked the little guide who held the reins of her camel.
“One hour!” he replied in a heavy accented English.
After their impromptu wedding, they decided to continue their world tour for their honeymoon. Felicity wanted to see Petra, and the Red Sea; and although she had read the brochures she had no idea how much tourism websites failed to address how extraneous the journey was, as what they considered part of the mystery. Apparently, after a four-hour car ride, they had to ride horses for two hours just to get to the entrance of the treasury, which was where Indiana Jones had filmed the last crusade, then it was camels for two hours more to reach the museum, then there was a trek up 365 steps to reach sea level so she can see the infamous split between the two continents of Asia and Africa and the promised Red Sea. As much as Felicity was looking forward to sight seeing, she was dreading this gigantic effort in the midst of summer heat. Maybe this was a bad idea after all!
Felicity was flushed, even with her straw hat, tied under her chin with a wispy scarf, she had to admit she was wilting!
“How are you holding up?” Oliver asked
“Oh, you know, other than hot sweaty and soaking wet, I am completely fine!”
Oliver met her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow,
Realizing how that sounded, she was about to take it back with a massive babble, when the path opened to a great plaza and the caravan stopped. It seems they were to pass some inspection point by the local authorities.
Two police officers with visible side arms approached them asking for their passports. After scanning Oliver’s passport, the officer glanced up meeting what Felicity classified as the Green Arrow glare, then whispered something to his companion in Arabic. “We need you to come with us,” they told Oliver.
“Is something wrong officer?” the officers exchanged looks,
“Would you please step down from your camel?”
Oliver and Felicity exchanged looks, Felicity was starting to get concerned. Oliver stepped down and stood towering over the officers who placed their hands over their weapons in response to his threatening stance. Felicity was seriously worried now, this was no time to play the Green Arrow, they were unarmed and Olivers bow and arrows were safely tucked in their duffle bags strapped to the camels, plus did Oliver really want to cause an international incident at a famous world tourist site?
She motioned to the boy to bring down her camel. As the camel squatted down, Felicity squealed. “Oh sorry, I don’t know how anyone can get used to this” The officers were frowning now.
The officers looked at Olivers passport again, “Please calm down Mrs. Queen” “We are just doing our jobs, please don’t resist this arrest”
So, we know of only a few languages on Roshar. There’s the language that the Shin speak, there’s the language that the horneaters speak, and there’s the one that the Parshendi speak.
And then there’s the language that everybody else speaks. like, everybody else. Let’s look at bridge four, the most diverse group of characters in the book. They all speak a common language. Imagine how rare it would be to have a group of people, randomly selected from all over the globe, to have them all speak the same language. Even from one continent, like Asia or Africa. How many dialects of Chinese or Norwegian are there? TONS. but in Roshar, even the horneater speaks this common language with the rest of Bridge 4.
This is freaking weird. This is not something that should happen in a perfectly normal world. But Roshar is not normal, and that’s why we love it. So let’s go over some theories for the cause behind this lack of languages.
ONE. The lack of language diversity is caused by the desolations. Every few years, the population of Roshar is decimated. The survivors have to learn to communicate with each other. This would have condensed the languages of Roshar into one, simplified version.
TWO. The portals from the edges of the world to urutheau. We know the Radients used these to travel too and from their hub city, and that they were an easy means of transportation, as long as you are a Radient. This could have diluted the languages of the locals into something more resembling what the Radients spoke. This one is more unlikely, but I think that it still has something to do with how the languages are similar.
BUT, language should not be stagnant for this long. It should have taken only about 500 to 700 years for the different culture’s languages to become indecipherable to one another. And this common language has been around for about 4500 years. So what’s the hold up in language development?
Unfortunately, I don’t have time to talk about it here, and I need more evidence to back it up. it’s pretty crackpot, and I might talk about it later.
TL;DR language on Roshar is very samey, and that’s really weird.
Can you tell us about your favorite writers and books, please? Your writing is the light!
Homegoing - Yaa Gyasi
Two sisters, separated before they even have a chance to remember the other. One is sold into slavery, the other becomes a slave-owner’s wife. Every chapter is written from the perspective of one of their descendants, spanning three generations and hundreds of years, crossing continents, beginning in Africa at the onset of slavery and taking us all the way to modern day America. The true glory of this book is that you only hear from each character once and yet you are no less emotionally invested in them.
The writing is mesmerising, brutal; full of softness, and of spit. Fire and water - as the book references - fire and water, come together.
The Third Life of Grange Copeland - Alice Walker
Everyone reads The Color Purple (and rightfully so), but in my opinion, this is Walker’s better book. It follows three generations of a poor black family in the American South. It’s set after the abolition of slavery, when it was no longer legal, but the effects of it were still felt by black men and the black women they often took their feelings of powerlessness out on. It gives us ugly, brutal, abusive black male characters and without asking us to forgive them, makes us understand the cycle that made them so callous. Brilliant.
A Girl is a Half-formed Thing - Eimear McBride
Gutting. Like being suffocated within the narrator’s head. Written in an off-the-cuff stream-of-consciousness type style. It follows the life of a young woman who experiences a myriad of traumas. I have never felt such stifling second-hand grief, and for a fictional character at that. Devastating, perverse, and hard to stomach, but one of the most worthwhile reads in recent years.
Grief is the Thing with Feathers - Max Porter
A book without a genre. A mix of poetry, prose, and even drama. A semi-autobiographical account of a man left to struggle with his grief after his wife passes, leaving him to raise their two young sons. The most original format I’ve ever seen in a book. Heart-rending, darkly comic, and entirely absurd at times.
White Oleander - Janet Fitch
One of the most poetic novels I’ve ever read. A young girl navigates a series of foster homes while her mother is in prison for having killed her partner. Something about this book feels like leaving candy floss to melt on your tongue. The character of the mother manages to be simultaneously alluring and disgusting. As a reader, we buy into the enigma of her; we desire her; we almost forgive her. And we watch as Astrid, the daughter, emulates some of her mother’s mistakes, and makes some of her own. We watch her suffer, grieve, fuck, and start to bite back.
When people say Africa is uncivilised I’m just thinking have you ever been to Africa? It contains so much diversity and culture that is never portrayed in the media because they love to push the ‘they are so poor and need help’ rhetoric. And because of that it has less tourism and less trading and thus isn’t as ‘thriving’ as Europe or Asia. But if you ever decide to visit a country in Africa, you’ll realise it is far from uncivilised. It feels like home. There’s so much culture within one country and the people are so welcoming; I dream of travelling across the motherland one day.
Look the breakdown for magic schools will always confuse me.
Like? How is the Japanese magic school the smallest when it has to serve ALL ASIA? ????? How does England get a school, but the entire continents of South America, Africa, and Asia each only get one school?
Why are there no Spanish, Chinese, or Hindi language schools? Couldn’t she have just left the number of wizarding schools really ambiguous and then people could have made them up as they go along?
If these skins are based off what I think they are, and I know they are.
I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY:
To quote my mother: “This isn’t even a Yoruba Masquerade, They took and Igbo Masquerade and gave him flip flops.”
Masquerades are sacred beings that represents spirits in our culture and they are to be revered and respected. Of course we know that humans are in there but you never see someone putting on the costume right?
To SEE that a human is dressed as a Masquerade breaks the illusion of what they are and is frowned upon.
While my family is Igbo and Akande is Yoruba I spoke to my mothers about if this sort of thing is okay. It’s not. Yoruba people may handle their Masquerades differently than an Igbo person but I showed her these pictures and she said, like i quoted above, that is an Igbo Masquerade.
I have loved the amount of research, time and care that Blizzard has put into Akande but this one of the fears POCs have when other people take on their cultures but i know for Nigeria tbh DO NOT TOUCH OUR SPIRITS. Not only is it bad that they put the costume on him in general but it looks like they mixed up the tribes and that honestly is just as if not more insulting.
Igbo and Yoruba people have enough to deal without their cultures being used interchangeably.
There are an estimated 3000+ tribes in the entire continent of Africa and over 500 in Nigeria, please do not continue this harmful delusion that all Africans are the same, especially when you want to use our cultures for whatever purposes you see fit.
Let’s have a game actually set in the continent of Africa THAT ISNT EGYPT *gasp* and let’s have Nancy intern on a wildlife refuge center because that way we can hang around cool animals like giraffes and elephants and shit where those animals actually flourish instead of living in captivity in gross American zoos #yes
Throw me some ideas for non-Eurocentric ND games, we need more of them since I can think of a grand total of like two that aren’t set in white westernized Eurocentric countries. I vote
- maybe like Kenya that’s a good place for a wildlife refuge game and it’s in one of the few African countries most people can actually name
- India??? Nancy hangs out in Bollywood?? @jamilathebeautiful what about this idea
- please god somewhere in South America let’s have her hang out somewhereeeeeeee in South America. Brazil is literally massive why hasn’t she gone there yet? What can Nancy do in Brazil let’s learn Brazilian Portuguese
- literally why hasn’t Nancy gone to Nepal yet on a mountain climbing expedition I do not understand why she hasn’t done this yet
- Definitely something in China because it’s so culturally and historically rich? Any ideas because all I’m coming up with is something around the ancient zodiac legends idk (Nancy goes and works at one of China’s panda nurseries?????????????? Omg can you even imagine I would squeal the whole time)
- Nancy is going to Antarctica to help out a scientist with her research on global warming/climate change/melting ice caps/rising sea levels and she is also going to hang out with penguins. fight me
Idk clue crew these are just my ideas let’s brainstorm new game locations because it makes me happier to think about how I would make these games than I feel when I think about mid