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naomistica · 3 days
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The Divine nature that lives in me
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svoricart · 8 months
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Bushman
BUSHWOMAN!
>>>COMMISSION ME
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laresearchette · 3 months
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Saturday, February 10, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: DICKS: THE MUSICAL (Paramount+ Canada) LOVE & JANE (W Network) 8:00pm NINJA KAMUI (adult swim) 12:00am
WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? THE SUPER BOWL SOULFUL CELEBRATION 25TH ANNIVERSARY (CBS Feed)
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRIME CANADA THE LAST VOYAGE OF DECEMBER
NHL HOCKEY (SNOntario/SNEast/SNWest) 1:00pm: Flames vs. Islanders (SNPacific) 1:00pm: Canucks vs. Red Wings (TSN2) 1:00pm: Stars vs. Habs (SN/SN1) 3:30pm: Capitals vs. Bruins (SNWest/CityTV) 7:00pm: Penguins vs. Jets (CBC/SN) 7:00pm: Leafs vs. Sens (CBC/SN) 10:00pm: Oilers vs. Kings
NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4) 3:00pm: Thunder vs. Mavericks (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 7:30pm: Cavaliers vs. Raptors (SN Now) 7:30pm: Pacers vs. Knicks
TORONTO MARLIES HOCKEY (TSN2) 4:00pm: Laval vs. Toronto
W5 (CTV) 7:00pm: Customer (dis) Service: A look at businesses with poor response records to Better Business Bureau complaints.
MARRIED BY MISTAKE (CTV) 8:00pm: After losing her dream job, Riley gets drunk with Nate, and the next morning they find themselves married. With no job prospects on the horizon, Riley takes Nate up on his offer to move back to his hometown to help rescue his family's business.
SECRETS IN THE MARRIAGE (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: Framed for murder by her cheating husband, a newlywed must find a way to absolve herself of a crime she didn't commit while exposing her spouse before it's too late.
THE WEDDING IN THE HAMPTONS (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: Jenna is a fashion designer who works for her friend's boutique, and their failing business was saved by an influencer. When Jenna comes to a Hamptons wedding, she is mistaken for that influencer, but she decides to go along to save the business.
761ST TANK BATTALION: THE ORIGINAL BLACK PANTHERS (History Canada) 9:00pm: The powerful story of the first all-Black tank unit to serve in combat in U.S. military history; under Gen. George Patten's command, the 761st battalion fought heroically throughout WWII.
LICORICE PIZZA (Crave) 9:00pm: Alana Kane and Gary Valentine grow up, run around and fall in love in California's San Fernando Valley in the 1970s.
THE LEGEND OF MOLLY JOHNSON (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: On a remote homestead in the Snowy Mountains, a lonely bushwoman tries to run the family farm and raise her children while her husband is away.
A STAR IS BORN (2018) (CTV) 12:35am: Hard-drinking country music star Jackson Maine discovers -- and falls in love with -- a struggling but talented singer named Ally. As her career quickly takes off, Jackson starts to realize that his best days may be behind him.
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truths89 · 3 months
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Rotten Oji (Kola Nut)
The only two Black women attending a public series lecture by the Columbia School of Journalism are seated at the back of the audience. Before attendees arrived, I was sitting first when the soundcheck was undergoing testing. The other Black woman enters later and is scanning the room. She sits in the same row as me but on the opposite end. She then gets up, walks around me, and sits two seats directly in front of me. Shortly after that, she got up and appeared to be headed to the exit when she prompted an interaction by asking me an ironic question. 
An energetic description of the extended exchange: 
A Roach seeks to interact with a Bee. To whom she says, “Do I know you?” The Bee responds, ‘not to my knowledge!’ The Roach then proceeds to objectify and interrogate the phenotype of the Bee anthropologically. Although disturbed, the Bee was curious to listen to the Roach. The Roach could not place the lineage of the Bee before her, stating, “Your problem is your features are blended.” When the Bee informed the Roach that she was witnessing an Igbo Girl, the Roach contested the Bee’s lineage. Startled, the Bee inquired why the Roach believed her lineage was not Igbo. The Roach stated that she could see Fulani features or West Indies phenotypes in the Bee’s face. In translation, the Roach observed how yellow the Bee appeared before her, but the light was unfamiliar. The sight of a humble yet majestic Apidae could be disorienting. The Roach could not distinguish whether the Bee was any of the following: Honeybee, Bumblebee, Stingless Bee, Carpenter Bee, Mason Bee, Leafcutter Bee, Sweat Bee, Mining Bee, Squash Bee, or Cuckoo Bee. The genus of the Roach was inconsequential to the Igbo Bee but peculiarly entertaining. This Roach had a sweet tooth and saw the honey in the Igbo Bee. 
The Roach identified as royal, and I agree that she exhibited a taste for royal honey. I would never contest the regality of the Roach, for that is not a species to which I bear shared heritage. 
The Roach is also a Bushwoman. This Bushwoman is trying to sell you meat, but doo-doo flies stalk the meat. And the SMELL makes you want to throw up the good food you just ate. She swore the goat was healthy like the goat was so pretty that she didn’t want to kill it. And now the Bushwoman wants to sell it to you because you deserve that good goat meat. With all of the doo-doo flies and the smell, that makes you ask, what in God’s world is happening?
The same Bushwoman is also a pastor who is confident that as a wife, you should go back to your husband, even though he rapped and beat you and he was just all kinds of wicked. It would help if you went back to him. God does not like a woman who does not honor her husband, even if she is scared he will kill her in her sleep. You have to be loyal; marriage is a divine holy union, and you have to honor the sacredness of the marriage. Even if he rapes you, beats you, steals your money, or demeans you, even if you are living in horror, having nightmares, and nothing in your life is flourishing. But that marriage, you must stay with that man. God does not like it otherwise. The Pastor-Bushwoman says it is true. This a different kind of Bushwoman--I tell you, oh. 
The Juju dust faded as I planned to depart from the Roach-Bushwoman-Pastor. Neither her phone nor tablet were working or chargeable, and she stated she was hungry several times. And the more she spoke, the more I ascertained she was the drone of a mami wata spirit. I am not a classist, but I am a healthist. As I sat with her grandiose 6th sense, she sought to convince me that all the truth I burrow between the canals of my soul, heart, and spirit, which I nestle multidimensionally, was untrue. 
After 10 pm, at the Pulitzer Hall, she scrambled to pull inert items out of her bag, seeking to call someone for a lift to Far Rockaway. Although I initially considered sharing my phone, there was an uncordial demand to use my phone. Because I know my bloodlines so well, I could see her antennas and appendages, those of a water roach.  
As I boarded the nearest train, I thought: Unsupervised hubris is dangerous.
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madonnanera · 1 year
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bushwoman my aspiration
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danaimoraiti · 1 year
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Bushman and bushwoman prank
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happynaturalhair · 4 years
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cuchilleriajoker · 5 years
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Bonita foto del amigo @tracklander con su Joker Ember. Una foto al más puro estilo Bushcraft de toda la vida. UN HOMBRE Y SU CUCHILLO. ..... #bushcraftknife #joker #jokerember #jokerknives #madeinspain🇪🇸 #bushcraftknives #bushcrafting #bushcrafters #bushman #bushwoman https://www.instagram.com/p/BuhClP1hnla/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13crwxjwfahz3
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The Drover's Wife dir. Leah Purcell (2021)
A lonely bushwoman struggles to raise her children and run the family farm while her husband is away.
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Bush all round - bush with no horizon, for the country is flat.
Pause.
I sit at the countertop of the newly-repaired kitchen, alone.
It’s raining outside, fat droplets against the broken red dirt and into the cracks of the parched empty creek that sighs and hisses like a brown snake. The sun wouldn’t have set yet, but the clouds cast a brooding shadow that makes the sheep skittish so my children join the farmhands in heralding them into the pen by the northern fields.
Seventy kilometres to the nearest school leave the young boys idle most of the day so they cherish the escape into the humid rain that still vaguely smells of smoke. That leaves me alone, nothing but the creaking house in the stifled countryside where not even the wind dares to blow.
She is used to being left alone…As a girl she built the usual castles in the air; but all her girlish hopes and aspirations have been long dead.
But it’s selfish of me to complain.
Selfish, when the fires that lashed through the bushland and blistered the eastern paddocks into chars left our house untouched. Selfish, when by coincidence the prized sheep were with the stock and station agent while our neighbours wept in the remains of their annual merino harvest. Selfish, when my husband came home and drove us 130 kilometres to Dubbo to eat gelato and watch the cars pass as new widows dug pits into the least unscathed parts of their land.
“Dora,” he promised, hand on my heart with earnest eyes, “This world may not be the one you wanted but I promise we’re going to be okay.”
There is nothing to see, however, and not a soul to meet…monotony which makes a man long to break away and travel as far as trains can go, and sail as far as ships can sail - and further.
Because if this is his okay, the stagnant nothingness of a wound slowly scabbing, then I’m not okay at all.
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Rewind.
It’s twenty years ago, before Tom is my husband and just a boyfriend with an ironic sense of humour who prints the damn story and leaves it on my doorstep. It’s a blistering, forty-degree summer (and ink is expensive, young lady, I bet that boy has his eyes on you) so my grandmother invites Tom inside and we find ourselves packed into the small living room next to the beating fan while she bustles into the kitchen to find him something to eat.
“The Drover’s Wife,” I read, unimpressed. “Your father is a farmer and I sure am not your damn wife.”
He laughs and winks and I curse my heart for falling for the foolish boy.
Now and then the bushwoman lays down her work and watches, and listens, and thinks.
Ten years later, Tom lines our squat house with a picket fence while Martha pulls down the Newly-Weds wreath from our door for the destination wedding in church square next weekend. He laughs when his father gifts us his best breeding ram and three stocky ewes, laughs when I insist he drive me to Peak Hill to pick the best paints for our nursery, laughs when we make life and love and our fantasy in the half-acre just south of Tullamore.
She thinks of things in her own life, for there is little else to think about.
And then times get tough.
He leaves. Long hours that turn into days, into weeks until he rocks up on the doorstep with a scowl and foul mood. Tom punches the wall once, fist straight through weak plywood walls as he crumbles to the ground with bleeding knuckles and an aching heart. We don’t talk for a week and he moves downstairs to the living room.
It’s been too long without rain, Tom whispers into the old satellite phone when he thinks I’m asleep one night, and if it goes on much longer, we’ll have to sell the property.
The day before my husband signs our land away, there’s a thunderstorm. Thick, gurgles of rain on the yellowed grass, the constant tap-tap-tap of a kitchen leak. Windows shake, curtains shiver as Frank from next door whoops and his girls splash in the puddles.
We laugh, we cry and Tom kisses my mouth and promises to do better.
He does, he tries until we wake up on the fated morning with smoke in our eyes.
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Fast Forward. Replay.
Tom returns on a Saturday. The rains have left the roads wet so he leaves his boots outside while the boys scramble into his arms. He’s picked up a can of paint, blue like the old nursery, and he makes idle conversation about kitchen feature walls in Sydney. We let the ‘hands go home early and it's not too long later when the boys are tucked into their beds and we have the house to ourselves, inky darkness punctured by the dim light of an old halogen.
I curl into his side and watch the rain patter against the window frame.
Living out here is tough on the best days, near impossible on the worst. Sometimes it rains so hard that parts of the roof fall through and we have to move to the outhouse with the earthen floors. And other times it’s so dry that everyday could be our last with our sheep and land.
We’ve seen fire, we’ve seen floods, we’ve seen hardship.
But perhaps Tom did have a point, all those days ago. Life, with the endless horizons and open paddocks and chirping birds, is okay. Life, with a loving husband who tries, with my boys with boundless energy to spare, is enough.
I smile into my husband’s side as he kisses my temple. Maybe it's just for this night but there is something oddly comforting about being by his side in this imperfect world we created.
And she hugs him to her worn-out breast and kisses him; and they sit thus together while the sickly daylight breaks over the bush.
Maybe, just maybe, we really will be okay.
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tajimagazine · 3 years
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danaimoraiti · 2 years
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Watch top reactions of bushwoman prank in Las Vegas
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designnurd · 6 years
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🤩 Chibi Tangi 🤩 by my favorite chibist @ruff_drafts #chibi is life 🤣 I love how you drew my “hair” as if it actually had lustre and sheen 🤩 #eve #poisonivy #bushwoman #poisonivycosplay 🍎 (at Design Nurd)
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happynaturalhair · 4 years
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As We Start Off 2020 The New Year Here is A Awesome Juice List for When U Have A Cold Depression Headache Diabetes Asthma Ulcer High Blood Pressure Arthritis Kidney Detox Kidney Stone Eyes Stress Constipation Fatigue Indigestion Hangover Memory Loss & Nervousness Here is The Alternative Natural Remedy Eat 2 Live Heal Thy Self Naturally From Mother Earth #juice #natural #healing #remedy #eat2live #alternative #medicine #from #motherearth #ancientways #herbalist #medicinewoman #bushwoman #autochthonsofamerica #aboriginalamerican #original #american #indigenous #hachotakniyamasseecriiktribe #feathersup #eat2live #youarewhatyoueat #happynewyear #happynewyear2020 https://www.instagram.com/p/B6x-J5ynEtU/?igshid=obr7sojuzfcn
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eniye-kagbala-blog · 7 years
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Returning 2 my Bush woman roots at @zen.moon beautiful spot, clearing a path thru the rainforest looking for gems #stvincentandthegrenadines#volcanicsoil #naturetrail #farmerlife ✨✨✨✨ — at ZensOrganic.
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naomistica · 11 days
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I don't shave me 🌿
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