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After three years of waiting, my mother and father really wanted a baby. But it wasn’t me they wanted. No, man! No! They wanted any fucking baby.
You know, the meek, quiet type. Well-mannered. Yes-Sir this. Yes-Sir that. They didn’t want a motherfucker like me, man! Well, here I am now. I came. In spite of them. In spite of everything. I was born twice, man!
The first time I was born was in 1935. What I experienced twice I have no recollection of. Nothing! Zero! That’s one of our limitations, man, not knowing where we come from. Anyway, when I was born my father wanted to imitate his own father. They were both Protestant reverends. So to make some white man happy, my father asked this German missionary to ... name me. Can you imagine that, man? A white man naming an African child! In Africa, man, where names are taken so seriously. There’s even a special “naming ceremony” each time a child is born. Without that, it’s said that a child can’t really enter the world of the living. And just to make some white missionary happy, my own father. ... Oh, no, man! Nooooooh!
You know what that motherfucker named me? Hildegart! Yes, man. Hildegart! Ooooooooh, man! That’s how much I wasn’t wanted. Me, who was supposed to come and talk about Blackism and Africanism, the plight of my people. Me, who was to try and do something to change that! Oh, man. I felt that name like a wound. My father had rejected me. And my mother too. The one whose very womb had born me. Here I was, tied hand and foot, being handed over to the executioner!
Bear the name of conquerors? Or reject this first arrival in the world? The orishas they heard me. And they spared me. Two weeks after my first birth, my
soul left my body for the world of spirits. What can I say? I wasn’t Hildegart! Shit, man! It wasn’t for white man to give me name. So it’s because of a name that I’ve already known death. Maybe that’s why a name is a matter of life or death, more for me than anybody else. What can I say about parents who wanted this motherfucking compromise? It’s only recently I’ve begun asking myself questions about them, their past. You see, till now I’ve been so busy with the whole African problem I rarely ever looked at my own ancestors because the other thing was more important. But things are beginning to fall into place.
Both on my mother’s and father’s side, my ancestors came from Ilesha in Yorubaland. My father was the Right Reverend Israel Oludotun Ransome-Kuti. His middle name, Oludotun, means “The Great Being Is Always Right”. I think my father was convinced that he, too, was always right. In any case, that’s the impression he made. Oh, he could be so hard with his children! There was Dolu,1 my sister, the eldest of all; then Koye,2 then me; and lastly, my younger brother Beko.3 The only person who could call my father by his nickname – “Daudu” (The Good Teacher) – was my mother. We had to call him Sir. Yeh! That’s how it was! That’s what they call respect, man!
I don’t know much about my father’s maternal side except that they all came from Ilesha. But on his paternal side, I know quite a lot about my grandfather, Reverend Canon J.J. Ransome-Kuti. He was the one who was a missionary in Abeokuta. He died young, at sixty-something. My grandfather became a legend. He was one of the big pioneers of the Yoruba Christian Church. He was a musician and composed religious hymns. The man was so talented. The missionaries fully exploited his talent too. They took him to England to do some recordings in London. One of those who took him there was named Ransome. You follow me, man? They took him around London and had him record something like twenty-five records – 78rpms – with the label EMI. That was in 1925.
At the time, his songs were so popular in Nigeria. Religious songs, you know. But very Africanized. Even now his tunes are used for folksongs and things like that. Ah, Canon J.J., he was some man! He was so Christian that the traditionalists in Abeokuta almost killed him. Man, even after a hundred years of Christian penetration in Yorubaland, the people continued to resist. They were against the missionaries. So you know what had to happen to as fervent a
missionary as my grandfather. One day, he was attacked. They had wanted to kill him, but he didn’t die. They just left him there, thinking he was dead. But he was not dead. My grandfather was motherfucking strong, man!
Now, where was I in the story? Oh, yes. After leaving England, the missionaries then took my grandfather to Jerusalem. You know what for? So he could kiss the ground where Christ had walked. Imagine that! Now when they showed him Jesus Christ’s tomb, he was so devout he jumped in and wanted to go to sleep right there. But that’s not all, man! Once he got back to Nigeria, the missionary named Ransome thought he would honour my grandfather by giving him the name Ransome. So they put Ransome between his name to make it Ransome-Kuti. That’s how my family got the name Ransome, man!
My grandfather, though, wasn’t even born into a Christian family. His father – that’s my great-grandfather whose name I haven’t yet found out – was an authentic traditionalist who resisted to his very last breath the spread of Christianity in Yorubaland. But in spite of that, he was unable to keep his own son out of the hands of the missionaries, man. Remember that then, around 1800, the only schools where you could learn to read and write were missionary schools. These oyinbo schools didn’t mean shit to my great-grandfather: “The white man gives out his medicine at the same time as his poison.” I can almost hear him cry out, man, the day when his wife announced that his own son would be going from then on to one of those schools! “The white man is only here to steal our sheer butter!” My grandfather would never forget those words, however Christian he became afterwards. And they were handed down from father to son and only got to me when I was already big.
On my mother’s side, things are still a bit unclear. I know though that on her father’s side I am a descendant of a slave. You know that till around the middle of the nineteenth century the slave trade across the Atlantic was still going on, making ravages everywhere in Yorubaland and also among the Ibos, Calabaris and other peoples who lived along the coasts and in the interior – what’s called Nigeria today. Again this fucking matter of a name, man! Nigeria! Who ever heard of such a name before 1906? No joke, man. It was the wife of a colonial governor who pulled it out of her head or out of a hat. I swear! In any case, my mother’s father was a freed slave. He was captured as a small boy in Ilesha – probably seven or eight years old at the time – and was taken as a slave to Sierra Leone. The British decided to give this freedom thing just in time to keep my mother’s father from being shipped off to the plantations of the West Indies or
the south of the United States. That was in 1834.*
Once free, many of the slaves in Sierra Leone who still remembered their country of birth wanted to return. My grandfather was one of those. He was among the Egba from Yorubaland who left Sierra Leone around 1838 – on foot – to return home. I think it must have taken them years of walking before they got to Lagos. Two thousand kilometres on foot! Imagine that! My grandfather walked ... and walked ... and walked, man. The funny part of the story is that just as he was getting near to Ilesha, about one hundred and fifty kilometres away, my grandfather got tired. So he stopped and settled in Abeokuta and stayed there.
You see, my grandfather was just a child when he was captured. He grew up in slavery. He didn’t know his ancestors. He didn’t even know his real African name. He had to accept Christianity. That’s how he acquired Thomas. That’s the name the missionaries of Sierra Leone imposed on him. Becoming in turn one of those staunch Christians himself, he ended up building a church. He had only one wife whose name was Adejonwo, which means “We Are All Looking Up To The Crown”. Today I interpret the word “crown” as meaning tradition. For, in spite of her conversion to Christianity, my maternal grandmother continued worshipping Oshùn, the goddess of rivers and ravines. She was a descendant of that family which worships Oshùn. That was the kind of woman who gave birth, in 1900, to my mother Funmilayo* Thomas. Imagine that, man, today I could have been named Fela Ransome-Thomas!
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I understand how disappointing it can be when something like this happens.
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The World Trade Center (WTC) was a 16-acre commercial complex in lower Manhattan that contained seven buildings, a large plaza, and an underground shopping mall that connected six of the buildings. The centerpieces of the complex were the Twin Towers. On September 11, 2001, the entire complex was destroyed in a terrorist attack that has come to be referred to as “9/11.”
Dos calculadoras científicas distintas pueden arrojar resultados diferentes de un mismo enunciado. Generalmente se presentan en operaciones con divisiones /.
Utiliza los (paréntesis) en exceso. Las divisiones son prácticamente fracciones y se visualizan mejor si la calculadora permite su escritura; la idea es visualizar y ubicar bien cuál es el numerador (al que dividen) y cuál es el denominador (el que divide).
Veamos un ejemplo de una operación que normalmente se escribiría así: 60/3*(3+1). ¿Cuál es el numerador/denominador aquí?
Una forma de interpretarlo es que al 60 le están dividiendo todo lo demás, es decir, numerador=60 y denominador=(3*(3+1)). Su escritura en la calculadora sería 60/(3*(3+1))
O al 60 sólo lo divide el 3 y el resultado se multiplica en lo demás: numerador=60 dividido por denominador=3, el resultado se multiplica por (3+1). Su escritura en la calculadora sería (60/3)*(3+1)
La "regla" prioriza la multiplicación * y la división / sobre la suma + y la resta -; pero no hay jerarquía entre la multiplicación * y la división /.
Saber cuál es el planteamiento "correcto" dependerá de dónde salió la operación. Si es un ejercicio sin contexto y está escrito lineal (donde la "fracción" no es clara), el planteamiento del problema no es claro. Si es parte de un ejercicio de física, probablemente siga una lógica, y su escritura no es la más clara (para la calculadora).
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Kal raat main aur mere kuch dosto'n ne ek film dekhne ka plan banaya tha. Hum sab cinema mein ikathey huay aur film shuru hui. Film kaafi interesting thi, lekin kuch jagah par thori slow lag rahi thi. Hum ne popcorn liya aur maze se film dekhi. Jab film khatam hui, toh hum sab ne apas mein film par baat ki aur apni apni raye di. Kisi ko film pasand ayi, aur kisi ko nahi. Phir hum sab ek cafe mein gaye aur wahan chai pee kar din ka akhir kiya. Raatein aise dosto'n ke sath guzarna bohot maza deta hai.
Main aaj subah jaldi utha aur apne kaam par jaane ki tayari ki. Mausam kaafi thanda tha aur hawa bhi tez chal rahi thi. Main ne apni gari start ki aur raste mein soch raha tha ke aaj ka din kaisa guzray ga. Dosto'n ke sath sham ka program bana tha lekin abhi kaam ki fikr thi. Jab main apni manzil par pohanch gaya to dosto'n ka khayal kuch dair ke liye door hogaya. Din bhar kaam karne ke baad jab main ghar wapis aya, to thakan ka asar mehsoos horaha tha. Lekin dosto'n ke sath mazeed gupshup ka soch kar dil khush hogaya
Bali is predominantly a Hindu country. Bali is known for its elaborate, traditional dancing. The dancing is inspired by its Hindi beliefs.
Bali is predominantly a Hindu country. Bali is known for its elaborate, traditional dancing. The dancing is inspired by its Hindi beliefs.
Bali is predominantly a Hindu country. Bali is known for its elaborate, traditional dancing. The dancing is inspired by its Hindi beliefs.
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it.
Arya Stark watches as Lord Beric Dondarrion and Thoros of Myr seem to be everywhere at once, both with flaming swords in hand. After the battle, the brotherhood hang several Mummers, including Septon Utt, for their crimes. Arya is upset that Beric let Sandor Clegane free after taking all his gold.
That night at the septry's brewhouse, Beric speaks with Arya and asks Thoros, "How many times have you brought me back now?" Thoros claims it is R'hllor who has restored his life six times, but the seventh may be the end of both of them. Beric reveals that he has trouble remembering his past, and would be unable to even find his ancestral home. Thoros believes that the Lord of Light is not done with Beric yet, and that is why the red god has raised him from the dead so many times. The outlaws plan to ransom Arya back to her mother or brother.
Later, Gendry joins the outlaws as a blacksmith and is knighted by Lord Beric. Soon after, Sandor returns, claiming he killed the sentries. He demands his gold back, but is rebuffed by Thoros and commanded to leave. The Hound leaves realizing he cannot do anything, and they then discover that the sentries were only asleep. When some complain that the Hound will follow and murder them in their sleep, Beric states, "Sandor Clegane would kill us all gladly, but not in our sleep."
Tyrion has been sent to greet the three hundred Dornishmen with a small retinue. However, he is shocked when he finds that the Dornishmen are being led by Prince Oberyn Martell and not his brother, Prince Doran. The Red Viper of Dorne has an infamous reputation for using poisoned weapons in battle. The man fought in the Free Cities and even formed his own sellsword company, he studied at the Citadel for a time, and most importantly, he crippled Willas Tyrell in a tourney. Though this was years ago, it has never been forgotten by the Tyrells, who will not be happy that this man is attending the marriage of one of them.
The Red Viper tells Tyrion the story of how he and Elia traveled to Casterly Rock when Tyrion was an infant. It was just after the death of Joanna Lannister. Tywin Lannister was in mourning and ignored the Martells. Oberyn and Elia were disappointed to find out that Tyrion was only a dwarf, after the stories they had heard about him being Tywin’s monster son. The Red Viper then gets down to the point, asking Tyrion, "when will justice be served?" He warns Tyrion that he does not mean to stop after killing Gregor Clegane: "Before he dies, the Enormity that Rides will tell me whence came his orders, please assure your lord father of that." But Tyrion has a more subtle warning: The Lannisters have tens of thousands of Tyrell men present as allies. And the Tyrells hate the Dornish, and especially Prince Oberyn for what he did to Willas.
Bali is predominantly a Hindu country. Bali is known for its elaborate, traditional dancing. The dancing is inspired by its Hindi beliefs.
Zindagi Allah ki ek azeem nemat hai jo humay har lamha ik nayi dawat deti hai. Is zindagi ka har pal ek nayee umeed le kar aata hai. Hum sab ka maqasad hai ke hum apni zindagi ko behtareen tareeqay se guzaarain aur apnay aamaal ko aise tor par karo jo na sirf humaray liye balke doosron ke liye bhi faida mand ho. Har shakhs ko chahiye ke wo apne andar walay talent ko pehchane aur usay is tarah istemal kare ke dunya mein aik acha asar chhoray. Zindagi ke is safar mein mushkilat aur chaillenges zaroor aatay hain, magar himmat aur sabr se inka muqabla karna hi asal kamyabi hai.
Jaime and Brienne are in the bathhouse in Harrenhal, washing themselves before meeting Roose Bolton. Jaime feels dizzy in the hot bath, and begins to tell Brienne his story despite his own misgivings about revealing the tale. Jaime says, "Aerys would have bathed in wildfire if he’d dared. The Targaryens were all mad for fire." After the Battle of the Bells, Aerys realized that Robert Baratheon was no mere outlaw, and that the Targaryens faced their greatest threat since the Blackfyre Pretenders. He began to disperse his Kingsguard to take command of the army, recalled Rhaegar from the south, and sent letters to Casterly Rock. But when Tywin Lannister never responded, Aerys commanded his pyromancers Rossart, Garigus and Belis “to place caches of wildfire throughout King's Landing.” Lord Chelsted, the current Hand, found out what was going on and tried to stop Aerys from continuing along his mad course, but Aerys had him killed and named the pyromancer Rossart, the man who had burned Rickard Stark alive, his Hand.
All this time, Jaime remained in the throne room guarding the king and his secrets. After the Trident, Aerys sent his wife and Prince Viserys to Dragonstone, but kept Elia and her children in the Red Keep because he thought that Prince Lewyn Martell had betrayed Rhaegar during the battle, and thus needed Elia and the children as hostages to ensure Dorne's loyalty. With the wildfire in place, Aerys told Rossart, "The traitors want my city, but I’ll give them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat." Aerys may have thought that the great fire would kill everyone, but transform him into a dragon, much as Aerion Brightflame had thought. When the Lannisters appeared before King's Landing Varys advised to keep the gates closed. But on the advice of Pycelle, Aerys let in the Lannisters, who proceeded to sack King's Landing.
Jaime felt he had to act after the Mad King commanded him to bring him his father’s head. He killed Rossart, then returned to the Throne room and killed King Aerys. Days later he hunted down and killed the remaining two of Aerys’ pyromancers, Garigus and Belis, so that their secret would die with them. When Brienne asks why no one else knows this tale, Jaime tells her that the Kingsguard are sworn to protect the king’s secrets, and that Eddard would never have believed his tale. Jaime then nearly passes out from the heat, and Brienne calls out for Qyburn.
They are brought before Roose Bolton, who tells them he chose to wed Walda Frey because Lord Walder Frey offered him his bride’s weight in silver. When Brienne inquires after Arya, Bolton mysteriously states that she was lost for a time, but she has been found and is to be returned safely to the north. Bolton tells them he awarded Harrenhal to Vargo Hoat because the goat was a stranger to the Seven Kingdoms and did not know ‘the prize was poisoned’. He means the curse of Lord Tywin, for Hoat was not aware of what Tywin does to traitors such as the Tarbecks and the Reynes. Bolton explains that he has a small problem, because the goat wishes to return Jaime to Rickard Karstark to claim the Lord’s reward of his daughter’s hand in marriage. Vargo had Jaime’s hand chopped off to send as a grisly token to Lord Tywin, feeling he would be well safe in Karhold. What he doesn’t know is that Robb has beheaded Lord Karstark, and the goat is now doomed. But since Vargo is in Bolton’s employ, Tywin might feel that Bolton was responsible for the maiming as well. Jaime agrees to carry word to his father absolving Bolton of all blame. But as for Brienne, Bolton tells her, "It would be unconscionable of me to deprive Lord Vargo of both his prizes."
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