#tamani
Text
Weekly Photo 01/2024
Make a wish. Tamani is your guide into the new year. Mind all the small things, don't only try to capture the big picture, every step, no matter how small, is important. Without all the tiny stars the sky is incomplete.
32 notes
·
View notes
Photo
そしてサイクリング帰りにtamaniにてクレープ初め。 ツナサラダとフライドポテト美味し！ 持ち帰りの袋が面白いです！ #tamani #クレープ #荒川サイクリングロード #新田二丁目 #グルメ #スイーツ #足立区新田 #足立新田 #ハートアイランド新田 #shinden_adachiku_tokyo #足立区 #足立区グルメ (Shinden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnGuUObv4Bl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
#wings#wings aprilynne pike#aprilynne Pike#tamani#books#sad that there is no fan art about shar#fan art
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
"El Espiritu de la Ayahausca" sculpture en bois peint de José Tamani et Jheferson Saldana (2002) à l'exposition "Visions Chamaniques" au Musée du Quai Branly, février 2024.
0 notes
Text
Chapter Two: Keepers of Knowledge
“I’m sorry, little one. I’m afraid someone else is borrowing that book at the moment.” Tamani crinkled her nose at the old man as he spoke to her. Archivist Kumbuk always had the books she wanted. If she came back without it, Mother wouldn’t let her go by herself again until she turned 100 and she couldn’t wait that long. She huffed, and Kumbuk gave her that same smile that every old person did when they were about to tell her no.
“Well…” Tamani shifted her balance from one foot to the other, “who’s got it then?”
Kumbuk chuckled to himself, wiping away a stray tear from his round, crow marked face. “As much as I adore your dedication to education, Lady Nyota, I cannot tell you.”
Tamani gave a frustrated huff, crossing her arms. “And why not?”
He sighed, twisting one of the many rings that adorned his fingers. “Because that is simply how some things are.”
“Even if I said please,” Tamani asked, doing her best to look as though she had never done anything wrong or told on any of her friends when they swapped secrets.
Kumbuk shook his head with a knowing smile, and Tamani stormed off in a huff, garnering no more attention than a few stray chuckles from any adult she happened to pass as she delved deeper into the library. She couldn’t fathom how the old man could betray her like this, he never kept books from her, and certainly didn’t play favourites with other patrons. She stopped for a moment to try and recall if there had ever been a time that someone else was using a book she’d wanted, and seeing as it had never happened Tamani concluded that she was owed that which she came for. And recompense to boot.
Now, however, she was tasked with an even greater mission: finding the genealogy for her mama like she did every year. And, to prove her worth and resourcefulness, she would do it all herself! The Archivist had said someone else was using it so… it had to be one of the people out in the sitting areas then! Very inconspicuously, she set out. Checking all the tables, and all of the side tables that flanked the chairs by the hearth. Luckily, she knew what the book looked like quite well.
Unluckily, this was taking absolutely forever. The library was only so big, and whoever was hogging her book could only keep it for so long… so how did they keep hiding from her? She was starting to get frustrated when she had an epiphany: she could use magic. She wasn’t sure how or why it took some klutz needing to cast a mending spell on a book page he tore for her to realise she could just use magic to make this problem go away. Honestly, it was elementary.
But… the spell she had in mind required something. In a flurry, she reached for her purse, pulling open the drawstring and subsequently spilling half its contents on the floor looking for a stupid little twig, but it was no use- she didn’t have her component pouch with her. All she had was a handful of stupid silver sasu and one or two golden axum, which she hurriedly stuffed back into her purse. Well, shoot, she needed that forked twig if she was going to find her book. It was then that her eyes landed on the worn end of the bookshelf next to her. Surely, nobody would notice if she just… scratched off a twig, right?
Looking to make sure no one was watching, Tamani very slowly began digging her nail into the already chipped spot in the wood. It was a slow process. For one, because it hurt and her finger felt gross and woody. For another, because she looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching her every five seconds. Eventually, her hard labours bore fruit, and there she held the saddest most pathetic looking twig the world had ever seen. A masterful heist. A daring attack on the system itself! Sticking it to The Man, one library graffiti at a time.
With her hard won prize in hand, she let out a well earned sigh. Now, the magic could happen. She took the twig between her first two fingers, tracing out an emblem only she could see before cupping it in her hands and whispering to it. “Show me where my lineage lies,” she said, and for a moment alone, her sigil flickered in the same pale lavender light that flashed through her eyes, like a web catching flame. And then her twig came to life, pulling her at first directly into a bookshelf, but with careful navigation she steered her way towards the eastern wing.
It was a welcoming enough area. It had another hearthfire, roaring blue in a sunken down seating area decorated with carpets and pillows and couches and chairs. A few more snobby looking people sat in various stages of recline, many of them with at least three books stacked to their off hand. Unnecessary and hoarder-esque in Tamani’s opinion.
According to her twig though, that was not her quarry. Instead, that lay behind one of the doors that encircled the wall around this wing of the building. Considering that all but one door was wide open and empty, she and her twig narrowed down her options quite quickly.
Keeping the twig in one hand, she trotted up to the shut door with the most commanding presence she could conjure and was about to knock when she heard the voices on the other side. Well… she knew where the book was now, it wasn’t going anywhere. It would be rude to interrupt whoever was in there, she told herself as she put her ear to the door. A man’s voice spoke first. “- Honestly, how long does it take to find one high born mage? I’m surprised they haven’t taken to flaunting their skill in everyone’s face like every other stuck up graduate from the academy.”
“Hold your tongue,” a woman’s voice this time, “you would do well to remember Kital counted himself one of their alumni as well.”
The man’s voice again. “No disrespect to the dead but it’s true. It’s like they have nothing else going on in their lives.” A pause, and then a small self satisfied laugh. “Probably because they don’t,” he said.
“I’m sure you know that well, considering how well you like to study yourself more than our case.”
“Ooh, burn,” Tamani whispered, and then promptly covered her mouth. The silence on the other side of the door was deafening. Maybe they hadn’t heard her, maybe she could sneak off to get the book once they left.
The man’s voice spoke, an aggression that wasn’t there a moment ago. “Enter. Now.” Tamani opened the door and peeked her head through the crack. A man dressed in vibrant hues of bronze and red stood, a chip of mica in hand. Tamani let out a squeak when she saw his hands begin to move and ducked behind the door when the woman grabbed his arm.
“Qaban,” the woman snapped, “that’s enough. She’s just a child.” Tamani didn’t have the time to think to book it before a firm hand wrapped around the side of the door, and a face of soft angles and deep red eyes peeked around the door to look at her. “I’m sorry for my friend,” she said, “he can be hotheaded. And jumpy. What brings you to our chamber?”
“I need a book for my mother,” Tamani said with a bravado she desperately wished to have in the face of these strangers. “We always go over our family history this time of year.”
The woman nodded, looking around the rest of the wing, and then offered Tamani her hand. “Well, let’s see if we can find your book. And your mother as well, it seems.” Tamani took her hand, finding herself looking with jealousy at the arcing bands of deep scarlet that emblazoned themselves up the woman’s arms and beyond. Her own were barely visible, the swirling patterns looking more like an accident of tan than the reminder of divinity they were supposed to be.
Inside, the room was significantly larger than she’d initially thought it was. More than that, it was a mess of books. Heavy tomes were splayed out alongside loose papyrus sheets with scrawlings she couldn’t make out atop the table. The floor was even worse. Books scattered without acknowledgement or organisation, though she spotted a few attempts at neat stacking that had since been given up on. The man, whose name was apparently Qaban, seemed none so happy at her presence. “You’re bringing her in, of course you are. Why in starlight are you bringing her in here?”
“She needs one of the genealogies we have,” the woman said, her tone almost dismissive of her partner, “and I’m sure that if we end up needing it, she’ll being it right back if we send a message, won’t she?” The woman gave her a very pointed look that Tamani took as a sign she should nod before the woman began looking through the books on the table before them. “Now, what did you say your surname was?” Tamani was about to answer, before a glint of silver pulled her gaze down to the woman’s waist.
“Why do you have swords in the library?”
The woman stopped her rummaging as Tamani pointed out her blatant disregard for the archive rules, and then continued on. “Some people need them for emergencies. The same way the Pale Guard always have their spears.”
“So are you like a… guard captain or something? Oooh, are you a sellsword?” She asked, eyes gleaming with intrigue.
“No,” Qaban answered for her. “I’ll ask again. Your surname.”
Tamani decided she did not much like Qaban. His voice was huffy and angry and annoying. “It’s Nyota.”
The woman muttered the name a few times, turning books over to check their spines before moving on to the next. Her eyes lingered on the pair’s garments, fine make, like something her grandparents would wear. They looked nothing alike, save for the metallic armour pieces around their necks.Tamani spoke again. “You don’t look like normal sellswords. Are you-”
“We’re not sellswords,” the woman said, “we work for the king.” The man buried his face in his hands.
“What does the king want with my family?”
“Most likely, nothing.” The woman paused for a moment, hands lingering on a familiar leather bound book with silver embroidery. “Does anyone study magic in your family?” Tamani started to say no, and the woman spoke again. “Aside from you, dear.”
Tamani thought for a moment. “My mama taught me what I know. And… I don’t know where she learned it from.” Her grandparents never bothered with the arcane, and her baba? She didn’t even know where he was.
“I see,” the woman now picked up the book and handed it to her, “here’s your book. Run along now, I’m sure your mother must be waiting.” Tamani took the book in her hands, the life now fading from her twig as it cracked and shattered against the book. As she passed the threshold, the woman spoke once more. “Oh, and Miss Nyota,” she said, “You never saw us.”
Previous Chapter:
0 notes
Photo
Education matters. Anywhere. Anyhow. Mon combat. Ending discussing acquisition of a second language and empowering peoples first language. We say yes to Swahili ressources and most forward not only developing Swahili text resources but also content that echoes to their reality. 💪🏽 Everyone is worth talking about and writing about! #lightwarriors #education #peoplestrivingforgood #swahili #swahilipromote #education #foundation #zanzibarfoundation #tamani #karibu #holidaywork https://www.instagram.com/p/CgpVBTxqfyH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#lightwarriors#education#peoplestrivingforgood#swahili#swahilipromote#foundation#zanzibarfoundation#tamani#karibu#holidaywork
0 notes
Text
There is a level of consciousness where plant spirits can interact with us. Like teachers, they transmit their medicine to us in a unique language. This space of consciousness is the Icayari World.
Luis Tamani
art by Luis Tamani
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
Artwork by Luis Tamani
#luis tamani#psychedelic art#visionary art#spiritual art#dreamscapes#art#artwork#psychedelic artwork#spiritual artwork#shamanism
253 notes
·
View notes
Photo
“The Drumlins in Winter” Location: Menzingen, Switzerland
By Cédric Tamani
2021 Landscape Photographer Of The Year
#cedric tamani#photographer#landscape photographer of the year#landscape#winter#snow#the drumlins in winter#menzingen#switzerland#nature
72 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy Black History Month! Introducing,
Tamany Greene
Tamany (she/they) is a 10 year old nonbinary girl living in Pittsburgh in 1989, with her parents and older sister. Tamany is Autistic and otherwise physically disabled due to being born prematurely with heart defects, and uses a walker.
Tamany is an imaginative girl who loves fantasy movies, her favorites being The Neverending Story, Labyrinth, and The Dark Crystal. Fantasy gives her a place to escape from the ableism she faces, and the general medicalization of her life- in fantasy worlds anything can happen, and she can do anything. She isn't stared at and whispered about by strangers in the street, isn't constantly being poked at in doctor's offices and physical therapies, she can be whoever she wants and be loved, be a hero.
[image description: Tamany is outside in front of snow and cedar trees. Tamany is a Black doll with brown eyes and long dark textured hair, with rose gold glasses. She is wearing a navy blue hat with a pink flower, and a yellow, purple, pink and turquoise fleece jacket over a red American Girl shirt, and black pants. ]
23 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Tamani!
Little circus elephant inviting you to join the performance, will you follow her? ♥
145 notes
·
View notes
Photo
散歩の途中にtamaniでフライドポテト🍟美味し #tamani #クレープ #フライドポテト #新田二丁目 #グルメ #足立区新田 #足立新田 #ハートアイランド新田 #shinden_adachiku_tokyo #荒川サイクリングロード #グルメライド (Shinden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnqWTH5v4Gf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
0 notes
Note
oop! just saw that you reblogged a post that has prompts for the exact things I asked 😂 those are more in-depth so here they are again:
desire, fear, and secret for the oc asks: not-so-nice edition ?
I cannot even describe in real words how helpful this was so just... thank you again for making my brain do brain things lmaoooo
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
tamani wants family. in the immediate, if you asked her, it's safety for her sister, alik. but functionally (unbeknownst to her) what she actually wants is people who will love her for her and choose to stick around and see the good despite her issues. since she's not really aware of this desire herself, she doesn't talk about it. she'll sometimes talk about her sister, or at least having one, but keeps it to a minimum due to her misguided attempts to keep alik safe. acknowledging her own vulnerability is hard for her, though, due to both her childhood always being about protecting her sister and her adulthood being about protecting herself from her line of work, but I disgress. honestly, though, given the nature of her desire, and the fact she's not inherently aware of it, it's really something that will have to come naturally for her. she's not going to ask anyone to love her.
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
tamani's greatest intangible fear is not being enough (to deserve love and redemption, to protect those she cares about, to be worthy of survival). her greatest tangible fear, though, is definitely open water. something about the depths really just makes her queasy. when she's confronted with open water during travel or a job, she tries to stay as internal in the ship as possible. as for the other fear, her reaction to that would really depend on where and when she's at in her journey. she's not super open with most things, as discussed previously, but she doesn't do a whole lot to hide her discomfort with open water. she thinks people blindly trusting that they won't wind up in the depths themselves facing horrible creatures and/or suffocating is really just poor survival instincts.
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
weirdly enough, tamani doesn't want anyone to know her actual bodycount. she doesn't want to see the disappointment on her friends' faces when they realize just what class of murderer they're dealing with. simultaneously, she doesn't want to lose the respect and reputation she has in certain circles if they were to realize she hasn't killed nearly as many as they fear.
#del answers#oc: tamani#ask games#this really took me for a ride today and i am thrilled#i feel like i know her so much better#thank you again!
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
But I never saw Brandon again.
Liara Tamani, from "Stop Playing"
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
#Ujumbe wa @gigy_money_og kwa wanaume hasa wale wanao tamani kua nae katika mahusiano#huenda na ambao alishawai kua nao katika mahusiano 😂😂😂.#" Yani mimi kama Ukiniacha unaumia mwenyewe mana siachiki ovyooo 😅😂🤣 mimi ni ex ambae ukiachana na mm huwezi kunisahau Mpaka nife na nikifa#*************************************#We give you what you deserve#Follow us @yetusote_tv#.#yetusote_tv#harmonize_tz#AzamSports2#nguvumoja#zuchu#kondegang4everybody#GlobalTVOnline#rayvanny#yangasc#wasafimedia#kingkiba#KondeGang#tanashadonna#sammisagotv#dizzimonline#Etrending#mashamsham#rickmedia#zarithebos#NBCPL#NBCPLUpdates#NBCPremierLeague#SisiNiSoka
2 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
ectomega
cringe factory
immaeatingwood
I'm a bunny!
wanitamelayu
Untitled
itskthlw
I AM A L♡V𝙀R I AM A L𝘖$E𝙍
becleefishkeeping
BecLeeFishkeeping