HumanitarianDiary

#WhatIWishIKnew prayers actually work. You can't peg your luck on only hard work . Pagans/ Atheists continue justifying your success on the fact that you don't pray but are so hardworking. Tsk

How lucky we are to experience boring, ordinary, uneventful days. Somewhere in the world, that kind of safety is unimaginable.

Enjoyment.

THEY SENT FOUR HUMAN BEINGS 252,756 MILES AWAY, WENT FULLY AROUND THE MOON AND BROUGHT THEM BACK TO LAND IN THE PRECISE LOCATION THEY WANTED EVERYONE WHO WORKED ON THIS IS THE COOLEST PERSON ON EARTH

@sheisafairyyy This is such a wholesome post.

Always go to the funeral. Always go to the hospital. You don't need to know what to say. In times of profound crisis, people don't remember your words, they only remember whether you showed up for them at their lowest moment.

@sheisafairyyy If you can't do hospitals or funerals be there after the fanfare, bring the meals no one else is thinking of. Clean the house. Help with the bills. There are so many other ways to show up for folk, not just the hospital or funeral. Be there in the aftermath.

Great to see this on X. This is something I created during my PhD time 20 years ago.

The anger those people bring out in me is unmatched 🤣😬

@MagoshiNong The Swazi spirit

I came out, lost my job, got kicked out, and ended up homeless sleeping on benches at Park Station for a week Told one friend the truth. He drove same day from Swaziland with his wife to come get me. I lived with them for a year. I’ll never forget that.

@KhethiweAS Please check DM

The Japanese embassy is probably the only civilized embassy in the world. You pay for your visa after it’s approved. That abbreviation country could never🫠

@formerwickdgyal lol

Went with my now (ex) to clean his mum’s grave. It was fairly early in the relationship, but I knew his dad, brother, etc. I look up, and his mum (I’d seen photos) is walking towards us. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t say a word. Why wouldn’t you tell me your dead mum is a twin?

This is why men should sit down to pee! Your prostate will thank you. Watch the full video on YouTube now, link in the comments.

Your eyes can only see the moon in gray. It's actually covered in color, blues and oranges and pinks, all from different metals sitting in the rock. You just need a camera and some patience to pull them out. These photos are called "mineral moons." A photographer points a telescope at the moon, takes hundreds or thousands of pictures, stacks them on top of each other to clean up the image, then slowly turns up the color intensity in editing software. The colors that show up were always there. Too faint for your eyes to catch on their own. Each color is a different metal. The blue areas have a lot of titanium in them. The orange and brown zones have more iron. The pinkish-red patches around the edges are the oldest parts of the moon's crust, full of aluminum and calcium. That deep blue region on the left side is called the Sea of Tranquility. Apollo 11 landed right there in July 1969. When Armstrong and Aldrin brought back 47 pounds of rock from that blue titanium zone, scientists cracked the samples open and found three minerals that had never been seen on Earth before. They named one "armalcolite" after the three astronauts (Arm-Al-Col: Armstrong, Aldrin, Collins). They named another "tranquillityite" after the landing site itself. For 40 years, tranquillityite was known as "the moon's own mineral" because nobody could find it here. Then in 2011, a geologist in Western Australia spotted a speck of it inside a billion-year-old rock. Andrew McCarthy, a photographer in Sacramento, once stacked 150,000 separate pictures of the moon to build one color map. Each splash of blue or orange in these images is a real metal deposit on a surface that's been getting hit by space rocks for 3.5 billion years. The moon was never gray. We just couldn't see it.

on my 26th birthday, i wrote I Took A Pill in Ibiza...12 years ago. The song became popular several years after i wrote it. This year I celebrated my 38th birthday. I feel proud to look at the song lyrics and know that NONE of them are true anymore. I've grown into a completely new man...one that i'm proud of. check this out... 26: I took a pill in Ibiza to show Avicii I was cool and when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older, but fuck it, it was something to do 38: i love myself more than ever, no longer do shit that harms my body to try to get people to like me 26: I'm living out in LA, I drive a sports car just to prove I'm a real big baller 'cause I made a million dollars and I spend it on girls and shoes 38: donated massive jordan collection, drive 4runner, don't need to prove anything to anyone other than God, love myself. If i buy myself something nice, it's because i love myself and i deserve it, not because i'm trying to prove to others i'm good enough. 26: But you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone 38: not even close to alone. spent a decade creating a community of the most loving high powered friends in the world. massive investment into relationship with my mom and sister... best it's ever been. relationship with God is on a whole new level. 26: You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs 38: i am the happiest i have ever been in my life and have sustained faith love and joy mindset for over a year and am not going back. 26: I'm just a singer who already blew his shot I get along with old timers 'Cause my name's a reminder of a pop song people forgot 38: walked across america, climbed everest, became inspiring to myself first, as a byproduct became inspiring to others. 26: And I can't keep a girl, no 'Cause as soon as the sun comes up I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse But the truth is I can't open up 38: overcame my fear of intimacy and old avoidant patterns, face deep pain of last relationship's ending head on, recognized what patterns i was acting out that no longer served me, recognized how much having a wife and family would actually mean to me, hired best coaches and therapists i could find, did what they said, now in most beautiful relationship i've ever been in. 26: All I know are sad songs, sad songs 38:  i know sadness and pain very well, i also know how i overcame/overcome it. it is my duty to teach others to do the same. I know sad songs, but i also know redemptions songs, songs of freedom, songs of faith, and songs of devotion i love you. If you're going through shit right now, keep going, you have no idea how good your life may be in 10+ years. in gratitude, mp

I want to cry but schedule is tight tight.

I don't know who needs to see this, but Isaiah 60:22 says, "When the time is right, I, the Lord, will make it happen." So relax. You're not behind, you're not forgotten, and you're not late. God's timing is still working in your favor.

@slimvnsn 🥹🥹🥹

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

Being able to tolerate the sound of your own voice in a video is probably the highest form of self-acceptance.

You see that urge to be in everybody's good books, Kill it before it kills you.

when someone asks me about the last two years but it's been filled with nothing but lessons about the art of letting go