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you who fashion our rugged lives to suit you. your grace is in style. always in vogue. ¬kantamanto nyame.
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"Körlüğün en tehlikeli hali, kendi bakış açını tek gerçeklik sanmaktır." —Jose Saramago, Körlük
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August 21, 1883. Just after six in the evening, the sky over Rochester, Minnesota turns the color of a bruise. Twenty minutes later, a third of the town is gone. Thirty seven people are dead. More than two hundred are bleeding in the streets. Rochester had no hospital. Not one. So a convent school on the edge of town emptied out. The nuns walked into the wreckage in full habits, and a woman named Mother Alfred Moes, an immigrant from Luxembourg who had come to America with almost nothing, sent word to the only doctor in town who could handle that many wounded. His name was William Worrall Mayo. He was 64, an English country doctor, a hard skeptic on the subject of religion. The sisters took over Rommel's dance hall and turned it into a hospital overnight. None of them had ever been trained in nursing. They learned it standing up, with Mayo giving orders and the injured laid out on the floorboards. When the last patient was gone, Mother Alfred went to see him. She told him Rochester needed a real hospital. A permanent one. She said she had seen it, a great hospital rising out of the cornfields on the west edge of town, and that she wanted him to run it. Mayo told her the truth. A building like that would cost $40,000. Well over a million in today's money. He said no congregation of school teaching nuns could possibly raise it. She did not argue with him. She simply told him that if he would take charge of the hospital, the sisters would take charge of paying for it. Then she went out and did it. For six years, her sisters taught school and handed over their wages. Every dollar. She bought nine acres of farmland. She hired the builders. She oversaw the plans herself, and when the money ran short, she found more. Saint Marys Hospital opened on September 30, 1889. Twenty seven beds. Thirteen sisters, none of them nurses by training. Dr. Mayo, now 70, walked in as chief of staff with his two sons, Will and Charlie, beside him. Those two boys built their surgical practice inside her building. Patients started arriving from Chicago, then from every state, then from overseas. The brothers formalized the partnership in 1919 and gave it their family name. Mayo Clinic. Today it treats more than a million patients a year and is ranked the best hospital in the United States. Mother Alfred Moes died on December 18, 1899, ten years after the doors opened. She never saw what it became. The Mayo brothers always said it plainly. Their father did not want the hospital. The nun did. She built it, and then she handed them the keys. Millions of Americans have made the drive to Rochester with someone they love in the passenger seat. Almost none of them know that the whole thing started with a 54-year-old woman standing in tornado wreckage, refusing to accept a no. h/t: Minnesota | FB
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Denmark Was Once a Giant. In 1028, a single Danish king ruled England, Denmark, and Norway.
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through our consumption we finance our oppression.
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class. what a performance!
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the nine clarendon schools
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Weaving is still treated like something only elders do, or a fallback skill. Meanwhile these baskets and pieces sell for serious money internationally, while many of the people who make them are underpaid at home. Most of us are chasing government jobs or white-collar roles, yet the continent still needs the blue-collar work that actually builds things: furniture, baskets, lighting, everyday objects. These crafts are not the opposite of progress. They are part of the base that creates the conditions for other jobs. We have to start by valuing and improving the skills already here. If you make this kind of work (weaving, carving, furniture, or other crafts), send me a DM with photos. I’ll be sharing pieces this week. Credits: Images from Baba Tree Basket
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Some walk with you for a while… Others stay in your sky forever…
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tatler magazine, never knew your game.
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the architecture of scott house in ridge, accra, is simply fit for purpose. a win for tropical modernism. 🎥: Victoria & Albert Museum
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Roughly 30% of PhD dissertations in science, technology, engineering and mathematics (STEM) in the United States this year contained AI-generated text Moreover, PhD graduates who use artificial intelligence to help write their dissertations are more likely to work in industry and less likely to enter academia. Those with AI-generated abstracts were 17% less likely to be employed in academia than were graduates who did not use AI. This working paper analyzed dissertations from more than 226,000 STEM doctoral graduates nature.com/articles/d41586-0…
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mangoes. to a seed-sowing country. (i) 2026 1. plants have nationalities too. 2. often, their names are the passports that reveal those roots. 3. so much so that, though a fruit may be widely spread in our backyards, planted in the central courtyards of our compound houses, or growing wildly in the interiors of our countryside, our mother tongues may still collectively disown such fruits. 4. and so is the case of my and your beloved mango. 5. amango? amannwo? mangɔ? amangɔ? mongo? mongu? mangu? mangoo? mangoase? 6. supposed indigenised names for mango across twi, mfantsi, dagbanli, eʋe, dagaare, kantosi, gã, among others. and a whole town named for a fruit. 7. clearly, if this doesn’t prove that mango is not native to ghana, then nothing else will. 8. but how did this drupe, native to south asia, which has suffered many a stoning at the hands of ghanaians, come to be such a welcome settler in our neighbourhoods? (ii) 1843 9. the story is told of how the gospel of christ, propagated by the basel mission, was reluctantly received by the people of okuapeman and their king, nana addo dankwa. 10. in nana addo dankwa's reported challenge, he wanted proof that christianity was not exclusively a white man's religion. he would only believe the white man’s god if he saw a black african who could read and believed in the white man's bible. 11. this questioning of the faith, among other difficulties, prompted the basel mission to recruit black christian missionaries from jamaica, to sow the seeds of the gospel in akropong. 12. and so, in 1842, andreas riis and his fellow missionaries journeyed to jamaica, where they recruited christian families of african descent. 13. among them were the halls, rochesters, millers, mullings, greens and walkers, descendants of africans once carried across the atlantic in chains. 14. and in april 1843, they arrived on the gold coast, eventually settling at akropong, after a brief stay at the danish plantation of fort frederiksgave, near present-day abokobi. 15. yet, despite their black skin and african ancestry, acceptance was not immediate. it would take the mission another four years to record its first baptisms in 1847. 16. having fallen in love with the land and their missionary work, some of these jamaican families chose to make the cool akuapem hills their permanent home. 17. and as they sowed seeds in god's vineyard, so did they till akuapem’s green earth, cultivating jamaican varieties of cocoyam, coffee, banana, plantain, avocado, and, of course, introducing the common mango! [which was hitherto not so common.] (iii) from india, with love. 18. but the mango itself was no native of jamaica. its ancestral home lay thousands of miles away. in the indian subcontinent, from where buddhist monks and traders carried its seeds into other parts of asia centuries ago. [hence, botanists pay it homage in the name magnifera indica; indica being latin for india.] 19. by the 10th century, persian and arab traders had carried the fruit to east africa. centuries later, portuguese navigators would spread it further across parts of africa and the atlantic, eventually reaching brazil. 20. indeed, the portuguese had brought crops such as maize and cassava to west africa in the 16th and 17th centuries. but while mangoes also reached parts of west africa, evidence of their widespread cultivation in the gold coast before the 1800s remains scarce. 21. and in june 1782, a british warship, hms flora, captured a french vessel bound from mauritius for hispaniola. it carried mango and other botanical treasures. the spoils were taken to jamaica, where the mango found yet another home. 22. that same fruit whose shade has sheltered our childhood games, whose branches have borne the weight of our climbing feet, and whose unripe flesh has known the sting of salt and pepper. 23. now, with its roots seated deeply in our soil, generations of ghanaian children would grow up believing it had always been ours. 24. and perhaps that is the quiet wonder of the mango: that a people once uprooted from africa should return, generations later, bearing in their hands the seeds of another land. 25. and that from those seeds should grow trees under whose shade the children of their ancestral homeland would one day play, unaware of the long and painful history that brought the planters home. 26. for sometimes, history does not announce itself in monuments, books or the names of great men. 27. sometimes, history simply hangs from a branch, ripening quietly in the blazing ghana sun. 28. and every mango season, we harvest its sweetness, little knowing the story of the hands that planted it in our soil.
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