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A Nigerian woman filed for divorce from her husband because she couldn’t handle the size of his penis, according to Nigerian media reports.
Aisha Dannupawa, a housewife and mother of three, asked a Sharia court to dissolve her one-week marriage to Ali Maizinari in Nigeria’s Zamfara State due to his large member. She told the court she had married Maizinari after her first marriage failed.
As part of tradition before settling in her husband’s home, the bride was invited to move into his parents’ house. It was when they first had sex that she claimed the trauma began.
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“When he came, we had sex but the experience was a nightmare. Instead of enjoying the sex, it turned out to be something else because his penis was too big,” she told the court, according to Nigeria’s Tribune.
After their first unsuccessful romp, she took medication given to her by her mother.
“I told my mother the experience but she told me to endure and that with time, I will be able to cope. She then gave me some drugs,’’ she said to Nigerian media.
According to Dannupawa, the couple had sex again but it was “too much to bear” and they concluded that no drug could help the sexual process or their marriage.
The well-endowed husband did not deny the accusation. He told the court he was willing to dissolve the union if his dowry and money spent during the courtship was paid back.
Zamfara is over 500 miles from Lagos and was the first state to introduce Islamic law.
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Unfortunately made a bit of a cock up this evening with my lens getting some serious blobs of dirt on it, meaning there was one huge spot on all my shots where it looked really hazy and blurry, but thankfully with some extensive corrections in Lr & Ps, I've somewhat managed to fix it.
Anyway here is 1Q82 Carlisle HW-BPN at Redness Point, approaching Whitehaven in some beautiful evening light.
Unfortunately made a bit of a cock up this evening with my lens getting some serious blobs of dirt on it, meaning there was one huge spot on all my shots where it looked really hazy and blurry, but thankfully with some extensive corrections in Lr & Ps, I've somewhat managed to fix it.
Anyway here is 1Q82 Carlisle HW-BPN at Redness Point, approaching Whitehaven in some beautiful evening light.
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So, before packing them all into bags, I knew I had to get this shot; it did not turn out quite as successfully as I had hoped, I don't think Beefy was too happy about being tossed into a pile of leaves and then not being allowed to leave (hehehe punnery!) while I snapped away, but I still think this is seriously cute!
One visit to Kauai and you'll notice something isn't quite right. Kauai is home to huge numbers of feral chickens. They are literally everywhere and this one (middle right) came up from the hillside just as I clicked the shutter! This wasn’t always the case though.
Hawaii is one of the world’s most remote places with thousands of miles of the Pacific Ocean separating it from any continent. Until relatively recently, by geologic time scale, it was devoid of people and chickens but supported a diverse array of plant and bird species. With the exception of bats, seals, and whales the Islands lacked mammals. Somehow, around 800 years ago, intrepid Polynesians crossed the ocean in outriggers to find and colonize the islands. They brought along chickens in those big canoes, and the birds thrived in Hawaii’s gentle climate. Centuries later, Captain Cook and other Europeans rediscovered Hawaii, called them the Sandwich Islands, and began introducing dozens of species of plants and animals. Many survived with gusto, including wild hogs and rats, which soon became pests. Predatory mongooses were released to prey on rats. But they soon found the flightless, native birds easier to catch.
The birds Polynesians brought to Hawaii closely resembled Red Jungle Fowl, the ancestor of modern chickens. Many years later Filipino people moved to Hawaii to work on sugar plantations. Cock fighting was one of their favorite hobbies, so they brought their own aggressive strains of chickens. Neither Jungle Fowl nor fighting chickens lay many eggs or get big enough for much of a meal so, eventually modern productive breeds were imported and kept in hundreds of backyard flocks throughout the islands.
Then mother nature took over. In 1982 fierce Hurricane Iwa hit the Islands. A decade later, Hurricane Iniki (Category 4) again tore through Hawaii destroying buildings, crops, and fences, freeing many backyard flocks. With no known predators, their numbers simply exploded.
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I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
Discussion of the TZ bombing goes horribly awry...
She's been trying to figure out what they were discussing and bursts out, "Oh! Somebody bombed something?" Her eyes shine at the thought. "Cool!"
Charles shrugged. "Whull spose it could be tha 28 day curse...." he said. "Think thet's why we need men in charge..."
Runya switches her attention to the boy, this new idea sounding infinitely more interesting than bombs. "You think somebody did a curse?"
Guin nods thoughtfully as they talk--then suddenly looks sharply up at Charles, eyes narrowing. "I'll show you 28 day curse, mister," she mutters, making a fair attempt at a threatening growl.
Charles cants his head to Guin whilst looking at Runya then mouths, "Tha curse."
Runya looks to Guin, then back to Charles, eyes gradually growing huge. "Guin's cursed?" Now it doesn't seem so fun and worry pinches her face.
Guin wrinkles her nose at Charles, then shoots back, "Or driven to the edge of madness by some infuriating, overbearing -man-." She can't quite keep the smile off her face, but Runya's question makes her sober a little. "No, I'm not cursed, I promise."
Charles cocked his head. "Whull how many infuriating , overbearing men were in tha club when tha bomb went off?" He mouthed to Runya, "Yes she is," then winked to Guin.
Rena snorted. "Driven mad by men. That describes half the city." She looked over at Charles again. "Well, let's see...Bastian was there and Damian, Devon...ahhh..."
Charles nodded. "Big list huh, ok so question is how many women driven mad by Bastian, Damian or Devon were not in tha club?"
Runya nods up at Guin, but it's clear by her expression that she's doubtful. "If you WERE cursed, you wouldn't know it..." she says logically, then looks at Charles in times to see and bites her lip, nodding. What she'd thought. "How d'you get RID of it?" she asks Charles, small face quite serious.
Guin shoots down at Runya, eyes never leaving Charles', "No, I'm not." She listens to Rena's names, then lifts a finger to point in Charles' direction. "And -you.- Eventually... "
Charles puffed his cheeks. "Whull, a magic wand kin hold off tha curse fer 9 months or so..." he trailed off...
Runya makes a dismissive face. "No way, magic wands aren't REAL. That's just... just BABY stuff."
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