Monday, 26 March 2012

naijaboyzay:

England’s Smartest Family is Nigerian: We won’t hear about this in the news….. England’s Smartest Family is Black Meet the “First Family of Education” in England . They are black. Peter and Paula Imafidon, 9-year-old twins from Waltham Forest in northeast London , are a part of the highest-achieving clan in the history of Great Britain education. The two youngest siblings are about to make British history as the youngest students to ever enter high school. They astounded veteran experts of academia when they became the youngest to ever pass the University of Cambridge ’s advanced mathematics exam. That’s on top of the fact they have set world records when they passed the A/AS-level math papers. Chris Imafidon, their father, said he’s not concerned about his youngest children’s ability to adapt to secondary school despite their tender age. “We’re delighted with the progress they have made,” he said. “Because they are twins they are always able to help and support each other.” To Peter and Paula’s parents, this is nothing new. Chris Imafidon said he and his wife have been through this before: they have other super-gifted, overachieving children. Peter and Paula’s sister, Anne-Marie, now 20, holds the world record as the youngest girl to pass the A-level computing, when she was just 13.  She is now studying at arguably the most renowned medical school in the United States , Johns Hopkins University , in Baltimore . Another sister, Christina, 17, is the youngest student to ever get accepted and study at an undergraduate institution at any British university at the tender age of 11. And Samantha, now age 12, had passed two rigorous high school-level mathematics and statistics exams at the age of 6, something that her twin siblings, Peter and Paula, also did. Chris Imafidon migrated to London from Nigeria in West Africa over 30 years ago. And despite his children’s jaw-dropping, history-making academic achievements, he denies there is some “genius gene” in his family. Instead, he credits his children’s success to the Excellence in Education program for disadvantaged inner-city children. “Every child is a genius,” he told British reporters.  “Once you identify the talent of a child and put them in the environment that will nurture that talent, then the sky is the limit. Look at Tiger Woods or the Williams sisters [Venus and Serena] — they were nurtured. You can never rule anything out with them. The competition between the two of them makes them excel in anything they do.”
naijaboyzay:
England’s Smartest Family is Nigerian:
We won’t hear about this in the news…..
England’s Smartest Family is Black
Meet the “First Family of Education” in England . They are black.

Peter and Paula Imafidon, 9-year-old twins from Waltham Forest in northeast London , are a part of the highest-achieving clan in the history of Great Britain education. The two youngest siblings are about to make British history as the youngest students to ever enter high school. They astounded veteran experts of academia when they became the youngest to ever pass the University of Cambridge ’s advanced mathematics exam. That’s on top of the fact they have set world records when they passed the A/AS-level math papers.

Chris Imafidon, their father, said he’s not concerned about his youngest children’s ability to adapt to secondary school despite their tender age. “We’re delighted with the progress they have made,” he said. “Because they are twins they are always able to help and support each other.”
To Peter and Paula’s parents, this is nothing new. Chris Imafidon said he and his wife have been through this before: they have other super-gifted, overachieving children.
Peter and Paula’s sister, Anne-Marie, now 20, holds the world record as the youngest girl to pass the A-level computing, when she was just 13.

She is now studying at arguably the most renowned medical school in the United States , Johns Hopkins University , in Baltimore .
Another sister, Christina, 17, is the youngest student to ever get accepted and study at an undergraduate institution at any British university at the tender age of 11.
And Samantha, now age 12, had passed two rigorous high school-level mathematics and statistics exams at the age of 6, something that her twin siblings, Peter and Paula, also did.

Chris Imafidon migrated to London from Nigeria in West Africa over 30 years ago. And despite his children’s jaw-dropping, history-making academic achievements, he denies there is some “genius gene” in his family. Instead, he credits his children’s success to the Excellence in Education program for disadvantaged inner-city children.
“Every child is a genius,” he told British reporters.

“Once you identify the talent of a child and put them in the environment that will nurture that talent, then the sky is the limit. Look at Tiger Woods or the Williams sisters [Venus and Serena] — they were nurtured. You can never rule anything out with them. The competition between the two of them makes them excel in anything they do.”
(via crunkfeministcollective)

AWE AWE MA SE LAND



CAPE TOWN STADIUM


MCLODGE
View from my room




                           




The end from the beginning

It was the end right from the beginning.

but when sanity and caution were put aside

when harps were strung
and pianos were played
causing you to dance in abandonment

when rain fell and cleansed
your soul so deeply
it ceased to function but
rather drowned in a vastness of blue,
with the suns rays playfully dancing,
creating a vanilla scented rainbow
magnificently majestic

when the heart no longer kept
records of its beatings
cause they'd become too rapid
too entrancing.

beautifully chaotic

when logic and emotion
became intertwined like
the weavings of old, beauty only in union.

when the simple holding of hands
 felt like an eternal
consummation.

when lips said no more
because words had been said enough
to utter a single syllable
could take the tale
beyond happily ever after

when the sincerity shared
caused you to understand
the whispered flutters of butterflies

and when birds thought your story worthy
of being told to the
ends of the earth

you can't help but forget

that it was
the end from the beginning.

Friday, 23 March 2012

"I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is dependent on my state of being. So whether the other person changes, becomes different, friend turns into a foe, does not matter, because my love was never dependent on the other person. My love is my state of being. I simply love." — Osho   (via moreofamore)
Did you hear about the rose that grew from the crack in the concrete? Proving Nature’s law is wrong, it learned to walk without having feetFunny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams, it learned to breathe fresh airLong live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from the crack in the concrete?
Proving Nature’s law is wrong, it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

(via theesoulprovider)

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

You will not waste me. You will not fold me, hide me in your back pocket. You will not lose me in the bottom of your laundry basket. You will not fade my design, dim my bright, turn my shine into your shadow. You will not excuse me. You will not draw my figure. You will not figure me out. You will not wrap me in your self-made cellophane ego. You will not suffocate me. I will see through you. You will not confuse me for your pet. You will not pet me like your dog. You will not dog my like we’re boys. You will not be boy at your age.

You will not drown me in the tide of your temper. You will not out-clap my thunder. You are not lightening. You will not strike me. You are not likely to outright swipe me. You will not crack my stone stair. You will not break my glass parts. You will not carve my callouses smooth or hack my smoothness coarse. You will not crash into my drive. You will not ride my success without my permission. I will not be written off as too angry, too feminist, too victim. You will not drown the light that brought your sinking ship to shore. I stand too tall.

You will not swim through me. You will not swallow my wide. You will not wade my coast with dirty feet. You will not pollute me. You will not use me as your clean slate to stain me with your repeated mistakes. You will not mistake my kindness as being blinded—I will see through you.

You will not deflate me with your bloated sense of self. You will not drain my flame to flicker. You will not dilute my message. I will not water this down.

You will not treat me like the boy inside you—abuse me like I did what’s been done to you or what he did to your mother or what she did to your self-esteem, or whatever excuse you use to use me. You will love me, with every ounce of your weight or you will leave me with my queendom in full bloom.

And whether you wither or grow in your own time, you will not waste me.
Find out more at: thisisthething.tv 

"Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of the human species, the average life span was less than thirty years? You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right? There was no planning for retirement, There was no planning for a career. There was no planning. No time for plannning. No time for a future. But then the life spans started getting longer, and people started having more and more future. And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future—you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college."

John Green (via cite-belle) (via causelessrebel)

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

And now I show you the most EXCELLENT way...

SOOOOOOOOOOO FLIPPN' COOL!!



imjonesy:

rainy day in New York 
"Tullips flower in the spring, but these have developed erratic habits. They blossom any season they feel like blossoming and they do it all at the same time, upstaging every other plant in the wild garden. And when they have decided to bloom, sometimes after hibernating for three years without a peep of colour from them, they are relentless. They spread all over the garden and are not deterred by the wild shrubs and grasses and the prickly pear and other cacti that otherwise reign supreme in the garden"




Thursday, 8 March 2012

I WANT MY MOM'S GINGER BISCUITS!!!!! THIS VERY SECOND!!!!!

It's a manual


#prayermarathon#changesabound#lead#expand#grow

But...This guy!!!!...lol!

This moment
is exactly what the storm
says to the sea
after an especially rough night


"I didn't mean to body-slam
your heart that way,love


It's just what I do.


No one ever taught me
how to hold things
that don't last
forever."


Joshua Bennett

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

What I'm reading


"..our windmills use both the good and the bad winds as indicators to our advantage. They turned their faces to the rain bringing east wind and when the wind changed they simply swivelled their faces towards the west wind, picking up speed and continuing their delivery of water from the depths of the earth. The area around our windmill and its cement dam was lush and green, with a garden, fruit trees, vegetables, lucerne and cement troughs filled with water, from which the sheep could drink- an oasis in the parched land.

As the son of the Karoo, what I observed and learnt from the windmill taught me a valuable lesson: whatever the circumstances in my future life, whether good or bad, I would use them to my and fellow humanbeings' benefit so that all around me there would be the fertile soil of compassion, love, hope and laughter."