Look for Me in the Whirlwind: From the Panther 21 to 21st-Century Revolutions, PM Press, Oakland, CA, 2017, Paperback / e-Book
Edited by déqui kioni-sadiki and Matt Meyer, Foreword by Imam Jamil Al-Amin, Afterword by Mumia Abu-Jamal, with New Commentary by Sekou Odinga, Dhoruba Bin Wahad, Shaba Om, and Jamal Joseph, Text(s) by Sundiata Acoli, Assata Shakur, Bilal Sunni-Ali, Ali Bey Hassan, Michael "Cetewayo" Tabor, Kuwasi Balagoon, Afeni Shakur
Photo Sections with original works by Stephen Shames, and David Fenton
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Morocco Agriculture Minister Says Brazilian Cattle Imported to Morocco is Among ‘Best Breeds’
Morocco has turned to Brazil to stabilize red meat prices by increasing its market supply.
Morocco’s Minister of Agriculture, Maritime Fisheries, Rural Development, and Water and Forests, Mohamed Sadiki has stressed that the cattle the country has recently imported from Brazil are among the “best breeds” marketed worldwide.
Sadiki made the statement in response to a journalist’s question at the MAP Forum on Wednesday, explaining that the country has imported Brazil’s “Nelore” breed, one of the best in the world. The forum was organized under the theme: “Generation Green, a strategy for food security in Morocco.”
The minister underlined that Morocco has turned to Brazilian cattle to ensure a regular supply of the domestic market and stabilize red meat prices. Over the past year, red meat prices skyrocketed in Morocco, increasing by over 50%.
The country received a shipment of 2,800 heads of cattle in the Jorf Lasfar Port from Brazil last month.
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Can I request a Dottore x reader fic where reader says that they’ve contracted ligma and he genuinely ask “what is ligma?” ?
DUDE IM ON THE FLOOR LMAOOOO
I DON’T USUALLY WRITE CRACK BUT U KNOW WHAT . anon i like ur style so. here u go! if u ever see this then i hope u enjoy!!! this is set when dottore’s still a student at the akademiya i hope u don’t mind 😭 <333
SPOILERS: Dottore’s real name (heavily implied by interactibles across Sumeru)
“Zandik!”
Your lover startles, gloved hand snapping away from the Khaenri’ahn machine sample he was about to begin tinkering with. His jaw clenches, irritation rushing over him, because every time he tells you not to interrupt him while he’s working, and still you continue to do so. Do you test him on purpose? Do you want him to snap?
(Do you not know of the horrible temper he possesses and how badly he wishes to keep it away from you, a person who chose to love him despite the repercussions—disapproving looks from Akademiya staff and students because of him, snide comments about your character because of him, dozens of relationships lost because of him—a person undeserving of the sharp words that will leave his lips when he does lose control?)
Zandik’s lips part, a request for you to ‘leave him be so he can focus’ already on the tip of his tongue. Hopefully this time, you will listen, he thinks, fingers tightening ’round the wrench in his hand. Hopefully this time, you will get it. Hopefully this time, you’ll stay away.
When you rush into the room however, clothes wrinkled and red in the face, his mouth snaps shut and he sets the tool down immediately.
Your name comes out in a breath as you come to a stop in front of him, his hands hovering over your sides. “What happened? Are you alright? Why are you—why are you in such a rush? Is everything okay?”
“Zandik,” you start, eyes locked with his—then immediately fall into a coughing fit. You fan at your face, bent at the knees. “Sorry—sorry—just give it a moment—”
“Why’re you in such a rush?” he means to ask in a worried tone, but it comes out in a snap instead. He winces. You ignore it. “What’s going on?”
A finger raises above your hunched form. “One moment please. Just”—you cough again, wave him away when he steps forward—“one. Give it a second.”
He gives it a second. He gives it two seconds. You’re still coughing up your lungs by the fifth second. Zandik decides enough is enough and moves for the glass of water on his table, but you put up your hand again, give one last pathetic wheeze, then clear your throat and straighten up.
“I should join you on your runs,” is the first thing you say.
He rolls his eyes. “Why were you in such a hurry?”
You blink at him, unresponsive for at least three moments, then drop your shoulders. You look almost defeated, he thinks with a frown. He doesn’t like it when you’re sad—defeated. The same thing, really. Point is: why do you look like that?
“Zandik,” you say for the third time. “I was just at the healer’s—”
He frowns. “Sadiki?”
“Who else? But yes, so I was just—”
“Why were you at Sadiki’s? [Name], are you hurt? You look fine. Are you sick? What’s going on?”
“Zandik, he says I’ve contracted something.”
His heart drops into his stomach. No. “What? But it’s—it’s nothing serious though, right? You’re not going to—it’s not terminal?”
You bite your lip and duck your head away from his sight, hands twisting together.
“He says…” You pause, and he tenses, preparing himself. “Sadiki says I’ve contracted ligma.”
Zandik's frown deepens. Ligma? He’s never—is it terminal?
“What is that?” he asks. “Is it terminal? I’ve never heard of it, but if it is—is there any cure? I’ll find a cure. I’ll make you a cure, I swear—[Name], is it terminal?”
Your shoulders are shaking, face still turned away from him. Are you crying? No—but that would mean—
“Zandik,” you say shakily, and he takes your shoulders in his hands so he can pull you into a hug, “ligma balls.”
Ligma balls? He frowns. Ligma—ligma balls.
Ligma balls.
It hits him.
Ligma balls.
He forces you into his arms, turns you, and finally sees your face. It’s pinched. Scrunched up.
In laughter.
You’re not crying. You’re laughing. Your shoulders are shaking because you’re laughing.
He shoves you away.
“Zandik,” you laugh, keeling over, “lovely—”
“Don’t lovely me,” he snaps. You laugh harder. “You—you fucking—”
“My sweetest darling—”
“Fuck you, [Name]!”
“Any time,” you only just manage to say between wheezes. He goes beet fucking red.
“Get out of my damn room!”
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Not to distract you from everything else, but...kids??? TWENTY of them???? 👀
Go on, I'm listening. (whenever you have the time in your plans to rant, of course 😁)
*Pulls out a chart*
OKAY. SO.
Some of my pairings already have multiple kids because they are like next gen of NRC so I made a BUNCH of them to flesh out the cast as a base. Here are the pairings and the main kiddos names.
Yuu/Malleus- Malgona, Malthew, Malcent (18 y/o Triplets)
Yuu/Azul- Charysa and Scylar (17 y/o Twins)
Yuu/Jamil- JJ/Jamil Jr. (16 y/o), Sasha (9 y/o), and 8 other unnamed children.
Vil/Rook- Finley (17 y/o) and Aurelius (Few months old)
Cater/Idia- So many fucking accidental AI children. The ones that attend NRC are Apollo (17 y/o) and Hera (16 y/o)
Leona/Ruggie- Accidentally becomes a fucking foster home/orphanage. Key kids that attend NRC are Jabari (18 y/o), Sadiki (17 y/o), and Akili (17 y/o). Hyena "Triplets". Bio child Khari/Azizi (5 y/o)
Kalim- Adopted son Mozenrath (17 y/o)
Riddle/Floyd- Adopted son Larimar (16 y/o) and bio unnamed second child
Jade/Trey- Adopted son Icsac (16 y/o) and two bio unnamed children
Epel/Deuce/Ace/Jack(/Sebek)- Russell (16 y/o) and Benny (2 y/o)
Sebek/Silver- Adopted son Beau (16 y/o) and adopted son Koda (10 y/o)
And thats just the KIDS. I have others that arent related to the main cast. I gave Rollo a kid. There are relationship charts. I've crafted trauma arcs and tragic backstories. I have...no idea how I've done this. I joined this fandom like...3 months ago...
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