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DJ Black GH Called Me a "Typical, Angry, Black American Woman!" :Unpacking Ghana The MAGA of Africa
BY. T.B. Obwoge Monday 1 December 2025 I have long been talking about how horribly rude, racist and colorist Ghanaians can be. However I'm not making more videos about their hatred and getting a lot of death threats too.
By IwriteMywrongs3 months ago in Humans
Ruthless hard work
From my general observation of the people around me and even those far away from me, when I look at what hard work in various context is, it comes out very differently.
By real Jema3 months ago in Humans
Camila Cabello Boyfriend: Who Is He in 2025?
Camila Cabello’s private life is drawing attention once again, as interest grows around Camila Cabello’s boyfriend and the man now reportedly by her side. While the singer has yet to make a detailed public statement, a series of appearances over the past year has fuelled speculation and prompted widespread curiosity.
By Vincent Otiri3 months ago in Humans
The Architect of Resonant Silence. AI-Generated.
In a world saturated with noise—both audible and digital—a reclusive man named Kael practiced the most delicate of architectural arts. He was the Architect of Resonant Silence, and his medium was not brick or glass, but the empty space between sounds.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Lamplighter of Lost Hours. AI-Generated.
In the city of Chronos, the nights were not dark, but they were often empty. The grand clock tower in the central square marked the relentless march of hours, but it said nothing of the moments that were lost within them—the conversations cut short, the laughter that faded too soon, the quiet, perfect instants swallowed by the rush of life.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Dreamtailor. AI-Generated.
In the quietest hour of the night, when the moon was high and the world was asleep, an old man named Elias went to work. He was a Dreamtailor, the last of his kind, and his workshop was a place that existed just on the other side of consciousness.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Clockmaker's Final Ticking. AI-Generated.
The bell above the door of "Chronos & Son" didn't just tinkle; it chimed with the precise, melancholic tone of a clock striking the hour in a forgotten century. Inside was a labyrinth of time. Grandfather clocks stood like silent sentinels, their pendulums still. Shelves were crammed with carriage clocks, cuckoo clocks, and wristwatches, all frozen in a perpetual state of "almost working."
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
They Never Fell Out of Love
They Never Fell Out of Love—They Just Forgot to Love Each Other Out Loud Many of us have felt the warmth of love in our relationships. But over time, the flame can fade as we forget to express our love to our partners. It's not that the love is gone; it's just not being shared as it once was.
By abualyaanart3 months ago in Humans
The Gardener of Starlight. AI-Generated.
The astronomers called it the "Great Dimming." Across the galaxy, stars were winking out, not in the violent fury of a supernova, but with a quiet, pathetic sigh. Their light was simply… fading. Theories abounded: dark matter, a cyclical universe, a flaw in the laws of physics itself. Panic was a quiet hum in the background of every news feed.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Undertaker of Forgotten Stories. AI-Generated.
In a small, dusty office at the end of a quiet street, there was a man named Silas who performed a unique and somber service. He was an undertaker, but not for the dead. He was the Undertaker of Forgotten Stories.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Mirror That Knows My Red Secrets
Mirrors‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ have always scared me, not the thing made of glass, but the thing that comes out from me if I stay too long. The world has a version of me that it thinks is polished, that it thinks is steady, and that it thinks is convincingly fine, but the mirror…the mirror sees the red that is simmering beneath my skin.
By Shashank Khandelwal3 months ago in Humans
The Starlight Weaver. AI-Generated.
In a remote village nestled high in the mountains, where the air was thin and the sky was a vast, black canvas, lived a woman named Lyra. She was the last of the Starlight Weavers, a lineage of artisans who practiced an art as old as the first human to look up in wonder.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans