#sunugaal

[africanfashion]

Hello everyone,

A couple of days ago shit went to hell in different cities in Senegal. Before we get into what happened a couple of days ago, we need to go back to March 2021.

Early March 2021, Ousmane Sonko, the opposition leader of Senegal’s current president, Macky Sall was accused of rape by Adji Sarr. As he was on his way to court, he got arrested. In response, the Senegalese population went out to protest. However, the protests were met with violence from police who used tear gas and guns (with real bullets) against protesters and sometimes even innocent people. The Senegalese government blocked access to the internet to prevent the youth from conspiring and inciting violence. Eventually, Sonko was released and things seemed to go back to normal. However, about 21 young Senegalese people have died during the protests in 2021.

Until a couple of days ago. Last week on Sunday May 28th, the opposition leader Ousmane Sonko was arrested and brought to Dakar from his hometown in Ziguinchor. On Wednesday, prosecutors said they demanded 10 years in prison, but the next day (June 2nd) he was sentenced to two years in jail.

Afterwards, hell broke loose. People have been protesting since but the people have been met with a lot of violence and abuse. Just like in 2021, the government has been blocking access to the internet and certain apps and the current death toll is at 15. I would appreciate it if you can reblog this for visibility and awareness.

If you want to stay updated about what is happening in Senegal, I recommend checking the #FreeSenegal hashtag on Twitter. However TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ because there are unsettling video’s of violence, blood and I don’t want to traumatize anyone.

If you want to know more about what it happening exactly, I created a story highlight on Instagram. Thank you, and if you are in Senegal: STAY SAFE 🇸🇳 or have loved-ones there I HOPE THEY ARE AND WILL STAY SAFE 🇸🇳.

May God help us all.

#FreeSenegal

[theparadoxart]

Okay so..... it was in form of sleep paralysis , so ...i had a dream where , i was in someone's house , there were only 2 ppl , a mother and his son, they didn't notice me (it was a dream ofc n i had no idea who these two were) , so i kinda walked up into their other room and saw mirror , in that mirror an old man appeared , at first he wasn't scary at all, he looked very wise and then suddenly he transformed into something so scary , i can't even tell u , he told me "death is the only force that keeps us apart" and then suddenly everything shifted to some other place and i was tied by ropes and i was feeling like my chest was crushing , i woke up and i was so so paranoid , i was banging into the store room instead the door of my mother's room 💀. Then i slept with mumma but then i consecutively got these sleeping paralysis and once a pandit/highly psychic kinda person straight up told me that some spirit is after me, i didn't even tell him neither did my mom(abt the sleeping paralysis) , he told that if this happens to a much greater extent one day , i can even die in my sleep . And then i was given a protection kinda thingy ....and yea during those times , i had 3 nightmares/sleep paralysis episodes back to back in one night.

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yeah....no...i mean yes....this does happen, when some spirit latches onto someone, or stuff like black magic...but god fucking dammnit.......ARE U FINE NOW??? That must have been freaking terrifying😭😭😭

@slyth3rin-princess @morningmiss see this

[om-is-ok]

Ek din aap humko yu mil jaayenge...

Ek din apni playlists sath me sunege

Ek din humari baatein pass beth kar karenge

Ek din sath beth kar khayenge

Ek din humari late night talks late night walks me badal jayengi

Ek din "tujhse milna purani Delhi me" ko reality banayenge

Ek din tumhare pasandida bookstore sath me jayenge

Ek din(raat) night bazar sath me ghumenge

Ek din kulhad chai wali shamein sath bitayenge

Ek din hum haath tham kar chalenge

Ek din hum sath me muskurayenge

Ek din tumhara सिर mere kandhe par hoga

Ek din tumhari hasi sirf sunuga nhi dekh bhi lunga

Ek din hum ek dusre ki baahon me honge

Ek din... Ek din... Ek din...

-Om

[hermancedlb]

SUNUGAAL 2023

[burnpheonix04]

Map of Senegal + Registration in Wolof #senegal #africa #afrika #afcon #can #coupeafrique #france #francfa #ousmanesonko #wolof #sunugaal🛶🇸🇳 #sunugal #pirogue #map #dakar #ndor #saintlouis #leopoldsedarsenghor #wade #panafricanism #mackysall #sadiomane #teranga #lionsdelateranga #cisse #gambia #redbubblepromo #senegalmap #francesenegal #faidherbe @africapower @africapower_oficial @lutte_senegal1 @senegalfootball @lutte_senegal @whatsap_senegal @leslionsdelateranga @influenceuses_senegalaises @africanunion_officialpage @ecriture______ @redbubbleartists @redbubble https://www.instagram.com/burn_pheonixblaze/p/CYYkvzPqoG-/?utm_medium=tumblr

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#tourismesenegal🇸🇳 «Fin du #carême #chrétien au #Sénégal! #Récitation: << *Ngalakh mon Ngalakh* >>> #ngalakh mon ngalah! ngalakh des fiers chrétiens dans les #bassines ancestrales ngalakh que chante ma Marie-Ndiagoo au bord de son *dégué pas lointain.. Je ne t'ai jamais oublié.. Mais mon regard est plein de ta #couleur marron ta belle couleur de #thiakri qui salive à travers ma bouche... le thiakri de ton Arraw L'arraw des tes amis #musulmans les musulmans amis des chrétiens. Les chrétiens du Sunugaal. ngalakh dis moi ngalakh?? est-ce donc toi ce liquide qui tourbillonne mon ventre.. ce liquide qui me fait trembler de sueur dans les rues en pleine midi... Et alors gravement une voix me répondit. #fils adoré., cette #bassine de ngalakh que tu vois splendidement seul dans la cour de la maison.. c'est le ngalakh de pâque qui blesse et blesse et rassasie.. et dont ses raisins sont un peu améliorés par la vanille, f'essence du #fleur d'oranger et #l'importance du dialogue islamo-chretien.. »Source : Cheikh Salihou Tembedou ( Rétros et Souvenirs du Sénégal) Sunugalséne https://www.instagram.com/p/CNHT-_7pkDn/?igshid=1qaz504dx62h0

[blogsfun]

Meri Kon Sunuga Rondi Di Doli Nu Dena Tor Chna // sad songs blog's Punja...

[snap221com]

Abdoul Mbaye sur le discours de Macky :” Faites ce que vous voulez, désormais ,je m’en moque…”

Abdoul Mbaye sur le discours de Macky :” Faites ce que vous voulez, désormais ,je m’en moque…”

L’ancien Premier ministre Abdoul Mbaye s’est prononcé sur le discours du Chef de l’Etat d’hier lundi relatif à l’évaluation du Covid-19.Selon lui, le Chef de l’Etat Macky Sall a fait démissionner l’Etat, selon Seneweb.”Le Sunugaal est le premier pays à renoncer totalement aux mesures de lutte contre le covid-19 au moment où elle y atteint son pic. Cela ressemble fort à du “faites ce que vous…

[africanfashion]

A photo/video dump of the Monument of African Renaissance 📍Ouakam Did you know the following about the Monument? 1) It sits on top of a hill 100m high 2) the statue itself is 49m high 3) the stairs to the monument counts 198 steps 4) it’s price tag was $27M (15B xof) to build In 2010, Senegal celebrated its 50th year of independence and to celebrate, President Abdoulaye Wade inaugrated the Monument of African Renaissance. According to him, the monument symbolizes the triump of African liberation from centuries of ignorance, intolerance and racism. It sounds all peaches and cream, but there is a side not a lot of people know about this monument which I will tell you more about tomorrow. #senegalesetwisted #sntwistedtravel #sntwistedphoto #sntwistedwords #senegal #sénégal #sunugaal #africainerenaissance #ouakam #visiterlafrique #travelafrica #thisisafrica #dakarlives #travelgram #blackgirltravel #ndakaaru #monumentdelarenaissanceafricaine #renaissance (at Monument de la Renaissance africaine) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChiIV11L5L_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Abdoul Mbaye sur le discours de Macky :” Faites ce que vous voulez, désormais ,je m’en moque…”

Abdoul Mbaye sur le discours de Macky :” Faites ce que vous voulez, désormais ,je m’en moque…”

L’ancien Premier ministre Abdoul Mbaye s’est prononcé sur le discours du Chef de l’Etat d’hier lundi relatif à l’évaluation du Covid-19.Selon lui, le Chef de l’Etat Macky Sall a fait démissionner l’Etat, selon Seneweb.”Le Sunugaal est le premier pays à renoncer totalement aux mesures de lutte contre le covid-19 au moment où elle y atteint son pic. Cela ressemble fort à du “faites ce que vous…

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Mag ingani2 mus imong uyab unja mag buwag ra diay mo 😅 aw, balik ka ddto unja laruta injung padlock2 😂 unja sunuga 😜🤣 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt20hF4BRFlY-7krGm7O-dGIlIQuxnc03ARt7c0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xd320apt5u16

[lyricsbright]

Bulandiyan Lyrics – Hardeep Grewal

Bulandiyan Lyrics

Haddeyan si pichhe chhaan laun nu Main kade vi maidan ni si chhadeya

Sunuga khadaka vajji satt’da Jadon fatteya ch kille gaya gaddeya x (2)

Ho baad mein udaari jadon bhar li Pher kithe mannda wo battiyan

Painda apne mukaddaran na bhidna Saukhiyan ni pauniyan bulandiyan x (2)

Hathan diyan dekh ke lakeeran nu Kadon turre jande raah karo chase na Hunde supne ameer ya gareeb nai Kade jeb dekh karo satrej na x (2)

Ho poori neend na la paani ditta phullan Kade pher aune na sugandhiyan

Painda apne mukaddaran na bhidna Saukhiyan ni pauniyan bulandiyan x (2)

Hakk hathiyauna je tu apna Atak da palla nahio sarna Ehna hathan naal likh bhaag apne Dassan nohan di kamayi sikh karna x (2)

Ho chakk kalam te likh itihas tu Chhad likhni aan ehe tu kabattiyan

Painda apne mukaddaran na bhidna Saukhiyan ni pauniyan bulandiyan x (2)

Ho dekhi Grewala na tu dar jayin Zindagi sigar chhade naam ton Ho adhe att ton vi att zor maariye Haar manniye na pehlan anjam ton x (2)

Oho jitt ke vi janda phir haarda Rehnda khed’da jo challa sada kattiyan

Bada zor lokane launda Thonu khutte laun layi Himmat na chhadeyo Apni jagah te khade raho Ek khud te rakh vishwas Te dooja rab nu bhulleyo na Jo khud naal kitta vaada ohde adde raho Jo khud naal kitta vaada ohde adde raho

Painda apne mukaddaran na bhidna Saukhiyan ni pauniyan bulandiyan x (2)…

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Bulandiyan Lyrics (Full Video) - Hardeep Grewal , Mahavir Bhullar

#Bulandiyan#Diwas#HardeepGrew#MahavirBhullar#GurpreetToti#J.devin#Diwas#Parassharma#GurpreetGugu#Ryankhan#Jaspreetsingh

Bulandiyan Lyrics – Hardeep Grewal Song Details: Song: Bulandiyan Artists : Hardeep Grewal , Mahavir Bhullar, Gurpreet Toti, J.devin , Diwas , Paras sharma , Gurpreet Gugu , Ryan khan , Jaspreet singh Music: R Guru DOP : Karan Anjan Bulandiyan Lyrics Haddeyan si pichhe chhaan laun nu Main kade vi maidan ni si chhadeya Sunuga khadaka vajji satt’da Jadon fatteya ch kille gaya gaddeya..(x2) Ho baad…

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Sargal Boub’s: Découvrez l’entrée spectaculaire de Fatou Waré, une vraie reine Découvrez l’entrée spectaculaire de Fatou Waré, une vraie reine. Après plusieurs mois d’absence à Sunugaal, la danseuse au sommet de son art, fait son retour sur le devant de la scène sénégalaise. hier, lors de son Sargal avec Dj Boub’s, Fatou Waré a été remarquable. Regardez

[seneweb]

Inondations et politique font bon ménage (Par Cheikh Lamane Diop)

Sénégal : Inondations et politique font bon ménage (Par Cheikh Lamane Diop)

Inondations et politique font bon ménage. Jugeons-en. Le ciel ouvre ses vannes. Cette divine grâce apporte espoir, verdure et prospérité dans le pays. Le bonheur des uns faisant le malheur des autres, les inondations “sénégalaises”, mal principalement urbain, ne font pas que détériorer les conditions de vie des populations des quartiers mal lotis et mal famés.

Les politiques savent aussi cyniquement saisir l’oukase pour transformer cette grâce divine en combines machiavéliques. Il n’y a qu’à jeter un regard furtif dans le rétroviseur de l’histoire politique récente de Sunugaal.

Fin août 2005, Dakar et sa banlieue pataugent dans les eaux. Le président Abdoulaye Wade de retour d’un voyage à l’étranger, investit la banlieue. L’impressionnant cortège présidentiel de bolides 8X8 rame dans les eaux stagnantes; un beau numéro de communication. Njomboor (surnom de Me Wade) mijotait depuis un bon moment de bousculer le calendrier républicain. Bingo! Le ciel lui fit ce beau cadeau. Un message radiotélévisé à la Nation: il proposa le report des législatives prévues en 2006, et de les coupler à l’élection présidentielle de 2007. Hop! Un claquement de doigts et sa majorité mécanique à l’Hémicycle adopta sans barguigner, le désir présidentiel. Pas question de dépenser dans un pays aux ressources limitées, plus de 7 milliards de CFA pour un scrutin en 2006 et récidiver l’année suivante pour la même acrobatie démocratique.

Avec quelques réalisations (logements plan Jaxaay notamment), le Chef de l’État de  l’époque en rempilant plus au moins aisément en 2007. Cinq années plus tard, les combinaciones sont arrivés à bout de souffle. Abdoulaye Wade perdit le pouvoir en mars 2012 au profit d’un certain Macky Sall qui n’est  d’autre que le Chef du Gouvernement en août 2005.

Une fois parvenue à la Magistrature suprême, l’ancien Premier ministre de Wade, au nom d’une gestion “sobre et vertueuse”, prit à son compte les tics du maître, de Me. C’est ainsi que dès septembre 2012, il fit adopter par le Congrès (l’Assemblée nationale et le Sénat réunies) la suppression de la Chambre haute du Parlement. Officiellement, c’est pour économiser des milliards qui seront destinés à lutter contre les inondations de cette année 2012.

Mais tout le monde sait qu’au-delà des slogans politiques serinés à souhait, le président de la République, fraîchement élu, s’accommodait mal de ce Sénat, avec des pensionnaires majoritairement libéral, donc incontrôlables.

De plus, tout le monde a en mémoire la “résurrection” de celui-ci quand apparut à nouveau le Conseil économique social et environnemental (CESE) qui avait lui aussi disparu de la nomenclature institutionnelle sénégalaise, au nom des mêmes théories de politique d’austérité. C’est le retour de l’hyène dans la bergerie, sous la peau du lion. Ces institutions sont plus réputées servir de cadre de recasement de personnels politiques qu’à autre chose.

En septembre 2020, bis repetita. Les inondations sont encore là. Soulager les populations tout en gardant un œil sur le calendrier électoral républicain. À quel prix ?

La suite au prochain épisode de la série les “sunugalaiseries”.

Cheikh Lamane DIOP, Journaliste

Auteur: Cheikh Lamane DIOP – Seneweb.com

Crédit: Lien source

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[karenderya]

We celebrated my grandma's 90th birthday last year. We were all wrong. She was 89 last year. So this year, we wanted put up the same big celebration just like in 2016 because not many people reaches that age, assuming that we got it right this time. I was my grandma's favorite. My cousins will not agree but we all know that it is a known fact. I was the only one among her grandchildren who grew up away from her, and she only get to see me during summer when I visit her back in the Island. I was her City Mouse, according to her. During Christmas, when all my cousins would line up, she would hand over paper bills to each of them and would secretly tell me not to fall in line anymore, as she will hand mine later. Whatever they all got, mine was always double. When my parents separated, I went to the province to finish high school. Our town was lovely but very basic; meat was not readily available in the market. Pork or beef or sometimes even chicken were only sold on Sundays, and the rest of the week would mean pescatarian diet for everyone. She would buy a week's worth of meat for my lunch and dinner because I don't eat fish and vegetables which is a common fare. We also didn't have ice cream, like Magnolia or Selecta, back then because the town was too far from the city. Ice Cream delivery trucks rarely go to our town. But every year on my birthday, I will always have Ube Ice Cream and Cake. I didn't like Ube on anything but it was better than nothing. When I went to college, she had our house help accompany me to the city so someone could wash my clothes. I didn't agree though because I was already in college, a grown up. (Yeah, right) Instead, she had me pack my laundry at the end of the week and instructed me to bring it to the bus station, hand it to the trusty driver or conductor so they could bring it to her and wash it. Sometimes, when the driver or conductor forgets to drop it off in our town, to my grandma, it would reach the nearby towns and get lost. But mostly on Monday mornings, I will wait for the bus at the corner of my dorm's street at 7AM to fetch my freshly laundered clothes, along with 5 gantas of rice, dried fish, bananas or any fruit in season, and a roll of paperbills. She wasn't fair to everyone (LOL) but she loved us all. In her house in the Island, she keeps a spread of all our photos from childhood to graduation to debuts and even wedding photos. I had more photos in that spread than anyone amongst my cousins. 😎 My love for handwritten notes and postcards was from her. She'd periodically send me letters when I was a kid in the city. She had an impeccable handwriting. When I moved to the Island, she had to allocate stamp allowance so I could write back to my friends and classmates whom I have left behind in the city when I moved to the Island or to my mother so I could ask more clothes and shoes. I had a maximum of 5 letters per week to send which she brings to the local post office on Monday mornings. Sometime ago, she handed me a box of vintage stamps and old letters from my grandpa, who was a seafarer. Sooner, those are all going to be worth a fortune. She was a hoarder of many things, just like me. But most importantly, she hoarded stories and memories along with teacups and old toys. She kept my grandpa's memories alive with dolls and figurines he got from his travels around the world. Next year, we will celebrate her birthday again. Or maybe not anymore. My heart fervently hopes that our mistake of celebrating her 90th birthday every year would also mean stopping time from taking her away from us. But our hearts can only wish. -- I wrote this poem for the the UP Visayas Creative Writing Workshop where I was a fellow about a decade ago. It was about a life lesson I learned from her -- about the baggages we bring and those that we have to let go. Too bad, I don't have a translation for it: Ha Imo Paglakat Para kan Lola Ping, nga nagkikinasina Nagsiring na ak' hadto ha imo nga kun ikaw tilakat, ayaw pagdinara hin damo. Sanglit, nagkakagaramo ka. An im' mga duros, pan-ibani An di' na nasusul-ot, ayaw na pagdinad-a. Hap-ira. Tipiga. Kun mahimo, plantsaha an im' darad-on nga im' la gud paggagamiton. An masasalin himusa o ipanhatag na. Di ngani suriti, sunuga. Pamati naman kay asya la iton nakabug-at han im' dara ngan im' dughan Happy Birthday, Lola Ping! Love, Your Country Mouse