#African traditional weddings

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The first wedding rings can be traced back to the Ancient Egyptians when they exchanged rings made from braided reeds and hemp. They placed these rings on the fourth finger of the left-hand as they believed that there was a ‘vein of love’ that ran from this finger directly to your heart. Similar to today it was a ‘ring of love’ and was worn to symbolise commitment to each other. The Egyptians also saw the circle as a powerful symbol and the endless circle of a wedding ring is said to show a promise of forever.

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African American culture-wedding traditions

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Displaying Familial Wedding Photos

Crossing Sticks

Libation Ceremony

BGLO Fraternity and Sorority Serenading and Stroll

* If you would like to include any more regional practices for this subject please do not be scared to contribute!

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Pedi traditional dresses, integral to South Africa’s vibrant cultural heritage, are celebrated for their elaborate designs and bold colors. Originating from the Pedi people of Limpopo Province, these garments transcend mere clothing; they are a powerful expression of cultural identity, social status, and artistic heritage. As we progress through 2024, Pedi dresses are undergoing an exciting…

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27 DRESSES (1/6)

You try not to lose your mind while planning your sisters wedding to the man you're in love with. All the while, a certain blonde haired reporter can’t seem to leave you alone

noquirk!au, movie turned fanfic

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You love weddings.

Maybe it’s a cliche, being a woman and all, but you really love weddings. It had all started at six years old, at your aunt Cassie’s wedding. When you’d walked down the aisle with the end of her long white dress in your hands, the fabric soft and the audience filled with tears, everything had changed. 

What’s there not to love? If not the extravagant flowers and decorations, the three tiered cakes or the beaming guests, but the love. There’s nothing more beautiful, in your opinion, than two people promising themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. And that look the groom gives the bride as she walks down the aisle, tears clouding their vision. There’s nothing like it.

It’s partly why you buy the paper every day. It’s all for the Commitments section. The author, a mysterious person who calls themselves Hawks, is incredible at what they do. They write the most heartfelt articles that leave you tearing up and laughing all in the same breath, your favourite ones clipped and stuffed into the drawer in your bedside table.

It’s your love for weddings which has led you to be a bridesmaid at twenty five different ones. You’ve gone from theme weddings, to traditional ones and ones where you had to wear an alarmingly short dress. You keep all the dresses actually, rather stupidly your younger sister says, as a keepsake. Or a tally, a reminder of all the couples you’ve watched wed. You’ve only been a bridesmaid in so many because of your reputation in them. You have a knack for thinking for the bride when she can’t, and it's why you’ve found yourself at the front of the ceremony hall twenty five different times. 

Twenty seven weddings after tonight. You don’t really know how you’re going to pull off two weddings in one night, but you’re nothing if not determined.

Tonight is Kaylee’s very purple, modern wedding and Lorena’s Indian and African fusion one all on the same night. They’re both across town but you figure you can spend twenty minutes at one before your presence is needed at the other. You hurriedly explain all this to the taxi driver as you start pulling out your sari from your bag, slamming the door shut behind you.

You look up at him in the rear view mirror and point. “Alright. I’ll give you 300 even for the whole night. Every time you look back in the mirror I’m deducting.”

His face darts with confusion. “What-“

“Drive! Come on, I’m already late.” You usher him to look away as you start fiddling with the back of your dress.

The streets bustle with New York’s nightlife. It gets increasingly stuffier in the back seat as your arm stretches round to carefully peel your dress back, fingers slipping over the small zipper. Kaylee had picked dresses that looked awfully like ones you’d wear at a highschool prom, but the last thing you’d do is complain. Your eyes catch the cab drivers and you thump the back of his seat.

“Hey! That’s 280.” You huff. He holds his hand up in surrender, and carries on driving.

It doesn’t take too long for you to get there. You hop out of the car as quickly as you can, the long trail of your green and yellow sari slipping off your shoulder. You turn back to the cab as you clip on your shoes.

“I’ll be back in ten. Or twenty. Don’t leave, cab man.”

“It’s Ziggy.”

“Ziggy! Don’t leave Ziggy.” You point and he rolls his eyes.

Lorena’s wedding is beautiful. All oranges and greens and pinks, the guests colourful as they mill about. There’s a huge ice sculpture of a swan in the middle of the room, long tables with colourful cloths that brush against the ground. Theres a soft lull of music that fills the room, the live band just as joyous as everyone else. You rush to find the bride, and she looks just as relieved to see you as you are to see her.

“Oh, Y/N! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Her voice is desparate and there’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

You smile brightly. “Sorry, I was mingling.”

“Do you have the-“

You hold up the bindis. “These?”

“Yes. You lifesaver!” She groans, grabbing them out of your hands.

You stay for your twenty minutes, as decided, and manage to slip away when the guests start making their way incredibly slowly to their seats. Judging by the huge amount of guests on both sides of the family, you’ve got some time. You run as quickly as your heels let you and are glad to find Ziggy still waiting for you out front.

“Okay! Now the venue on 7th street. Please.” You’re out of breath and already throwing your clothes off.

Ziggy shakes his head. The car rumbles and the smell of the exhaust fills your nose as he drives off. You try to make small conversation but it’s hard when you're about one second away from flashing the general public. And Ziggy. He’s down to 240 by the time you pull up to the next venue, and you slip your purple bow into your hair.

This wedding is much calmer. Less colours and more muted tones that accentuate the outdoor area they rented out. Tjhere’s fairy lights hanging form all the trees and branches, fancily dressed waiters handing out hors d'oeuvres. You find Kaylee adjusting the bodice of her dress in the reflection of the big glass doors in the back room, her mother fussing over her elaborate up-do.

So that’s how you spend your night. Back and forth between two venues halfway across town, insisting to Ziggy that it’s all worth it. Sure, you wear the wrong heels one time and have to awkwardly explain it away, and have to hold up Kaylee's huge white dress while she pees for a slightly alarming amount of time, but it’s worth it.

That look of relief on their faces after everything goes right. Standing at the front of the ceremony hall holding pretty bouquets. The little speech dedication they give you for all your help, the claps from the audience. How could you ever say no? You’re only human. And probably a people pleaser, but that’s not relevant right now.

You finish the night at Kaylee’s wedding. Lorena is long gone in her honeymoon suite by the time you get back to hers, just in time for the bouquet toss. The bouquet you’ve never caught, by the way. Despite the 26, soon to be 27, times you’ve been involved in them. 

But you think you might have some hope today. The bouquet is coming towards you, soaring through the air, little flutters of petals floating to the ground. And you know it’s a dumb tradition, but maybe it will be your turn next. Of course, there are absolutely zero men on your roster and you’ve never been in love, but that’s neither here nor there. The bouquet would make it happen.

You think you have a real chance of catching it. Until some girl slams into your shoulder and sends you careening to the ground.

The floor is hard where it slams against your shoulder and soon after your head. You groan, and the gasps from all around you do nothing to help the small quell of fear in your chest at the throbbing pain in your head. 

“Alright! Everybody back up.”

You hear a voice break out above the rest. Calm and smooth, and as you blink slowly you come face to face with a man. A very handsome man, if you’re being entirely honest. You wish you were in a more dignified position to meet him, and not laying down on the floor like a crime scene victim.

“Alright. I need a bag of ice and a 1999 Chateau wine, and something for her to bite on.” He sounds serious and it scares you all the more.

The two bridesmaids surrounding him, handsy ones from the way they’re gripping his broad shoulders, freeze. He looks up at them.

“Now, go!”

The girls disperse quickly. The man waves the small crowd around you away, insisting you’re fine. He offers you a hand that you take, and you rise to your feet, dusting off your dress. You look at him properly for the first time when you’re finally on your feet.

He’s handsome. You concussed vision were not wrong. He’s got hair just long enough to curve around his cheeks, a dusty blonde that compliments that tan of his skin. His eyes are so hazel they look almost yellow, and from what you can see he fits the suit he’s wearing quite nicely.

“You a doctor?” You ask.

He smiles, and his teeth are white and shiny. “No. But Tweedledee and Tweedledrunk were getting on my nerves. Had to get rid of them somehow.”

“Right.” 

You rub at your elbow where it had collided with the floor. He nudges your shoulder.

“You know your name?”

“Yep. Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N. I’m Keigo.” 

You nod, smiling politely. “Thanks for your help, Keigo, but I’d better go.”

You only walk about an inch before your knees buckle and Keigo’s arm grabs yours. He laughs slightly. “Alright, let’s get you a cab.”

You say your goodbyes, and let Keigo walk you back out to the front. Night has settled over New York, but the streets are no less alive. You hear noise bustling down the street and the commotion of the party behind you. Your hands are heavy with the bouquet Kaylee had gifted you on the way out, and the wind cools your skin as you make the short walk to the cab.

“So. I liked your thong.”

Your cheeks burn red and your head whips around to Keigo. “What did you just say to me?”

He holds up two hands. “Joke. You buzzed past me earlier and I saw you changing gowns in the back of the car.” You avert your gaze and he hums.

“You went to two weddings in one night?” His head tilts slightly like it’s a question, though he knows it’s the truth. You roll your eyes.

“Maybe.” 

He huffs a laugh. “That’s a little upsetting, no?”

You shrug. “They didn’t know. And they’re two good friends. What was I supposed to do, say no to one of them?”

He shakes his head and his hair bounces around. “Nah, not for them. For you. One wedding is bad enough. I can’t imagine going to two.”

He sounds ever so slightly vindictive, and it’s a little shock from his cheery personality. Your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. 

“I love weddings. Always have.”

You reach the cab and give Ziggy a wave. He glances at Keigo through the window.

“Wedding gift?” He teases.

You roll your eyes as Keigo hops in beside you. You dump the bouquet in his hands. “Just drive, Ziggy.”

The car jostles and your shoulder bumps Keigo’s. “I mean, what’s there to love? The terrible food, the handsy guests, or all the fake love?”

“Maybe the annoying cynics like you.” You drawl.

It doesn’t take too long for you to pull up outside your apartment complex. You get out the car, juggling all your things in your arms. You press the money in Ziggy’s hand, now 140 after all his misdemeanours, and wave goodbye. 

“What, 140?”

“You know what you did. Keigo’s gonna need a ride home so don’t go anywhere.”

Keigo, to your dismay, hops out of the car with you. 

You round on him, arms full of saris and flowers. “I live here. Goodbye now.”

“Love is patient, love is kind. Love is slowly losing your mind.”

You laugh a little. “Wow. You a poet?”

“A writer, actually.”

He doesn’t look like one. You tell him as much, and he grins.

“I think I should be flattered.” 

You all up the steps of your flat and he follows. Your kitten heels click as they hit the concrete.

“Don’t you think it’s so much? For something that, I mean let’s face it, has a fifty percent chance of dying out in a couple years?” He follows after you easily.

“Wow. A man who doesn’t believe in marriage. Very refreshing.” You deadpan.

He sighs. He leans against the threshold of your apartment and you find yourself standing there with him. You could easily buzz yourself in and tell him to piss off, but there’s something keeping you there. Maybe it’s the way your porch light makes him look warm or the fact you haven’t spoken to a man in months. You don’t care.

“I don’t know, I see no reason not to point out the hypocrisy.”

“Oh so noble.” You nod slowly. “Do you go around telling kids Santa isn’t real, too?”

Keigo raises an eyebrow. “So you admit marriage is about as real as Santa Claus?”

“I-“ You laugh slightly. “I don’t know why I’m arguing this with you but.” 

You swap the arm your bouquet is in and sigh. “Marriage, like all good things in life, is not easy. Cynicism always is though.”

With that, you start punching in the code for the door. Keigo watches

“It was very interesting meeting you.” He says.

“Sure.”

“You in any more weddings this week?”

“Goodbye, Keigo.”

“How many have you been in?”

You smile a little despite yourself. “Bye.”

“Just a ballpark.”

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You may have lied before. You have been in love. Or actually you are in love. Just not with a man who loves you back.

Togata is an incredible boss. Really. He’s so passionate about everything and it makes you so passionate about everything. It helps that he’s also good at what he does, and that he is very attractive. It’s not the smartest thing to be crushing on your boss, but you can’t help yourself. 

“So who are the flowers from?” 

Rumi, your best friend and coworker, is rubbing bright pink tulip petals between her fingers. They’re impressive. Vibrant and big as they sit proudly on your desk. 

“What? What flowers?”

She squints at you. “Uhm. These flowers?”

You blink at them. “Right. Uhm, no, I have no idea. Is there a card?”

You place the papers you had in your hand on your desk. It’s cluttered and a mess. You’re not one to keep your work space tidy, and it’s been especially bad this week. You have no idea where your planner is, too. Probably under all this junk. 

Rumi shakes her head. “Nope. Pretty shitty secret admirer. Didn’t even sign his work.”

You scoff. Your eyes dart over her outfit. It looks oddly familiar.

“Nice button up. Think I saw that on groomsman two yesterday.” 

Rumi grins. “Come on. You know I only go to weddings for the easy hook ups. The one night stand outfit is not shameful, it’s prideful.” 

You giggle. “Right.”

“I’m assuming you didn’t get any hook ups in. How is Togata, by the way?”

“He-“ You glance out the window where he’s typing away at his desk. The blue shirt he’s got on looks good on him.

“He’s fine. I guess, I don’t know.”

Rumi rolls her eyes. She balances on the edge of your desk, tapping her shoes against the floor. You hold up some pictures you picked out for the next catalog. You ask Rumi if Togata will like them.

“I do. I think he’ll love them so much he’ll pull you into his office and make sweet love to you all over his desk.”

“Rumi!”

You smack her shoulder with the pictures as she laughs. “Come on, Y/N! Please tell me the reason you work so hard isn’t because of that crush of yours.”

Your mouth opens to defend yourself. It takes a second for the words to come out. “No. I like my job.”

“I bet you’d like-“

“Hey, girls.” 

Togata pops his head into the room. You immediately straighten up, brushing your skirt a little. Rumi shakes her head as you wave.

“Hi. Hello.” You smile.

Togata peers at the desk. “Those the new photos that came in?”

You gather them up and pass them to him. “Here. What do you think?”

He hums slightly, finger on his chin. He makes a noise of discontent in the back of his throat. “I think they’re too corporate.”

“I agree.” You don’t. You quite like how they look but you’d never tell him that. You nod. “They don’t- They don’t have enough of an outdoorsy feel, right?”

Togata grins. “Yes! Looks too corporate. See this is why I keep you around, Y/N.”

You try not to let that comment get to your head. Your face feels a little hot and you ignore Rumi’s badly concealed laughter beside you.

“I’ll let management know.” You quickly grab your calendar before he can walk out. “You also have a charity ball in a few weeks. Shall I confirm your attendance?”

Togata frowns. His face is wrinkled around his eyes and mouth but in a good way. Makes him look rugged, you think. You brush a stray lock of hair out of your face for something to do.

“Shit. Yeah, I suppose. Do I need to make a speech?”

Rumi is fiddling with the flowers again. You shrug.

“Nothing big. Something about how much you care for the environment and sustainability.”

Togata sighs. “Right. Yeah, I’m in. I’m assuming I need a date, too? That’s the one thing I can’t ask you for help.” He laughs.

Your heart jumps a little in your chest. Yes, you want to scream, I can help with that! Instead, you laugh with him, a little too loudly.

He taps the back of the door. “Alright then. I’ll see you ladies at Tonya’s engagement party tonight, right?”

You shoot him a thumbs up. He goes to leave when he suddenly stops in his tracks. He turns back to you. His eyes are very big and brown, like a dogs. But in a cute way.

“Yeah?”

“You leave that breakfast burrito on my desk this morning?”

“Thought you might be hungry.” You say sheepishly.

“That’s why I love you.” He calls out as he walks off.

You sigh, looking at the now empty doorway longingly. “I love you, too.”

Rumi shoves your shoulder. You shake yourself out of the daze you’re in, and stalk over to your desk. “Thanks. I think I needed that.”

You make quick work of putting away the now useless pictures. Rumi watches, bored.

“Hey, a couple of us are heading to Roy’s for drinks before the party.” She singsongs.

“Sounds fun.” You mumble. You’re currently digging though your drawer for your planner.

Rumi rolls her eyes. “That was an invite, you weirdo.”

You look up at her. “I know. I’d come, but I need to pick up Tess from the airport.”

Tess is your little sister. Rumi doesn’t like Tess that much. She thinks she relies on you too much for everything. And yeah, maybe you did kind of step into the motherly role after your own passed away twenty years ago, but what other choice was there? You were young but Tess was younger, and you never minded it anyway.  

Rumi crosses her arms. “If only there was a service you could hire to do things like that. Maybe yellow or black cars-“

You wave her off. “She’s my sister, Rumi. Of course I’m going to pick her up.”

“Sucks to be you.”

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The little bar Tonya’s party in is nice. It’s quite empty for a Wednesday night, and you nurse a cosmopolitan in your hand as Rumi rambles besides you about one of the guys at the pre drinks.

“And- Oh, hi, Togata.”

Rumi nudges you in what might be the most unsubtle way ever, like you didn’t notice him walking over about ten minutes ago. You smile brightly as your drink jostles slightly in your hand.

“Hey, girls. Great party, Y/N.” He winks at you.

“Thanks! Thank you.” You laugh.

“I’m headed to the bar. You ladies need anything to drink?”

You hold up your own and shake it. “I’m good, thanks.” 

He waves goodbye, disappearing off into the busy crowd. The music is low but full of bass that rumbles in your chest. 

Rumi flicks your arm. “Ow!”

“Idiot! If a man asks you if you want a drink you always say yes. If you already have one, then you down it and ask for another.” She scolds and you pout, rubbing your arm.

“Alright, alright. I just don’t want him to think I’m irresponsible.” 

Rumi scoffs. “Yeah, that’s what guys want. Responsible.”

You take a sip of your drink. It’s burns a line down your throat, and you wince slightly. There is way too much vodka in this.

“He likes me for the way I am, Rumi.” You brush a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“What’s the point in liking someone if nobody’s naked?”

“Y/N.”

Togata is back. You stand a little straighter. “Yes?”

“You get what I leave on your desk?”

You freeze a little. Your desk? As in, the big bouquet of pink flowers on your desk? Rumi nudges your arm again and you shove her away with more contempt.

You sound a little breathless when you next speak.

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“They were okay?”

“Okay? They- They were more than okay.”

He smiles, as charming as ever. “Great.”

You and Rumi squeal like school girls the second he’s gone. “Did you see that? He- It was him! I told you he liked my responsibility!”

Rumi grabs your shoulders, her face determined. “This is it! Real life. You have to go over there and tell him how you feel.” 

You nod erratically. “Okay. Yeah. No, you’re right. Okay, I’m going.”

Your words are more encouragement for yourself than a response for Rumi. You can see him across the room. He’s leaning on a tall pillar, watching the crowd around him. You don’t recognise the song playing, something soft and romantic and god this couldn't be more perfect. All your years of pining winded down to this very moment.

He’s close. Close enough you could reach out and touch him. Also close enough to see that longing, love struck look in his eyes.

Eyes that aren’t looking at you. But are looking at Tess.

It’s a joke. Some sick twist of karma, even though you think you’re a pretty good person. You really don’t deserve this. 

“Jane.” Your sister is talking to you but her gaze is directed right at Togata’s face. “You gonna introduce me?”

You clap your hands together much louder than necessary, bringing yourself out of your daze.

“Right!” You say a little too loudly. “Togata , this is my sister Tess. Tess, this is my Togata- I mean- Not like that!” You fumble.

“I’m her boss.” His voice does not sound that sultry when he’s talking to you. You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Yeah, she’s like my right-hand man.”

Man. You’re like a man to him. How lovely.

Tess nods, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Lucky her.”

“Yeah. Hey, you wanna get a drink?”

The question sounds much more flirtatious when he asks Tess. And she definitely knows the ways of the game because she immediately agrees, linking her arm in his and stalking off.

Is this what torture feels like? Or hell? Maybe both, together. 

It’s your own fault. You invited her here, you even let her borrow your nice yellow dress. It feels like a little piece of your heart has shattered as she leans her head back and laughs at something he says to her. Togata is not that funny. At least never with you.

“Hey!”

This is really the last thing you need right now. You have no idea what Keigo is even doing here.

“Hi.” You breathe out, eyes still on your sister

“How are ya? You get my flowers? Were they too much?” He winces a little and you shut your eyes.

You dart your head back to face him. His words are enough to steal your attention away from Tess’s very confident hand placement.

“Oh my god. They were from you?”

He looks so proud of himself. You want to throttle him.

Because of course. Of course they were from him and not the man you’re in love with. It’s your own fault, really. He’s never shown any interest in you, it makes no sense why Togata would suddenly confess his feelings. It was wishful thinking and a daydream at best.

“Oh, god.” You laugh, incredulous. “They were from you. Mr marriage-hater.”

He looks a little confused at your sour attitude. You down your drink in one swell go. 

“Oh, I also have something for you.” He digs in his back pocket and pulls out your planner.

You probably need a new one. You definitely need a new one. It’s fat and full and stuffed with every wedding invite you’ve ever been given, and also your never ending to do list. You grab it, huffing it close to your chest.

“Oh! Thank god, I was looking all over for this.”

“Yeah, you left it in the cab. It was either meet you at the engagement party or Thursday’s bikini wax.” He jokes.

You narrow your eyes at him. “You read it?”

He has the smart idea of looking a little apologetic. “Sort of. Wasn’t easy. You have very small writing. And there’s a lot of it. You know they have digital ones now? Take care of all of that in a much more organised way.”

Keigo taps the cover of your planner and you move it out of his reach. You have bigger things to deal with then him right now. You try and look over his shoulder at the new couple you’d inadvertently created.

“I don’t need to be taken care of. Thanks for this.” You try and walk away but he pulls you back. His hand is soft and warm on your skin.

“Come on, have a drink with me.”

You shrug him off. “Thanks for bringing back my planner. Very nice of you.”

Keigo rolls his eyes playfully. “It’s a drink, not a weekend in Hawaii.”

You don’t respond but you don’t leave either. He takes that as encouragement to continue.

“It’ll take the edge off. Sure looks like you need it.” You glare at him, and he points towards the bar.

The bar where Togata is leaning so close to Tess, whispering something into her ear. She has that look on her face you’ve seen enough to know she’s flirting with everything in her.

You turn to Keigo. “Look, I’m sorry. I really don’t think I’ll be much fun tonight.”

Keigo deflates a little. “Sure. No problem. I’ll see you Thursday, maybe.”

You give him a sharp look.

“Maybe not. I’ll see you around.”

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ugh guys 27 dresses is my FAVOURITE ROMCOM everrr and hawks is litch exactly like the main character in my head

this fic is a goal im setting to acc finish.. the aim is six chapters so everyone pray for me.. and dw hawks will deffo be involved more in later chapters

PLZ ENJOY!!!

[doodlesnoff]

this drawing of Ragsat Al ‘Aroos, or the Sudanese bridal dance, was made in collaboration with awladalneel for their fundraiser for their work and the sudan solidarity collective. prints are available with proceeds to the same.

The ritual dates back to the Kingdom of Kush, where the dance was performed by couples during wedding ceremonies as an ode to the fertility god and to highlight the brides’ beauty. Until recently it was performed topless with a stringed skirt (rahat) pulled undone during the dance. Today, some choose to continue the tradition, reshaping the ritual to meet religious, familial, or personal preferences. Brides prepare intensively with a teacher (ragasa) and perform after the ceremony (jirtig). The bride begins in a thoob and groom in a jalabiya, and during the dance her belt is cut and thrown to the audience. The specifics of the dance, as well as the wedding week, vary widely across tribes, communities, and regions (it is most common in the north). The dance, and the African history it embodies, has survived and adapted to Arab, Egyptian, Ottoman, and British rule, and today through the struggle for freedom & peace in contemporary Sudan.

[kemetic-dreams]

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Her voice is so dreamy but you see that click sound—it is mind-blowing! 🤯

The legendary South African singer Miriam Makeba performs her interpretation of Qongqothwane, also known as ‘The Click Song’It’s a traditional wedding song of the Xhosa people of South Africa.

Xhosa is a tonal language best known for its click consonants. At the beginning of many performances, Makeba gave an intro in which she gave a little background on her native language and the song she was performing. Introducing her heritage to the rest of the world with every performance

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[newjackamericana]

African American Culture

- Wedding Brooms

[i-yap]

omg you are also south indian!!!! i find it really hard to find south indians on here, could you do the batboys reacting to reader wearing traditionally indian clothing for a wedding they are attending???

Im north Indian with a little spanish in me shifting to NY actually but yea the indian dc fanfic community is smaller. I love the idea of a traditional indian s/o with Jason particularly. Dick with someone spanish , tim with an African American, Damian with caucasion and bruce with someone asian. Idk why Thats just How I imagine it. Its in no way a canon to their character or a generalization of people from a culture but the cultures ,and norms and values of these cultures really suit the batboys. Hope this isn't offensive. So Im just going to do batboys x reader in a family event .

Batboys(tim, dick, jason , bruce)x y/n - At a family event

Dick Grayson

is also dressed in your cultural's traditional clothes. Dick has traveled all over the world and he likes seeing you in your traditional clothes. Being comfortable in your traditional wear, being in "your element" . He charms up all your family members, no-one even calls him the white boyfriend anymore . The women also hit on him( of all age groups srsly) He is part of the family by the end( or within 5 mins) of the night . Dont be surprised when you find him and your family laughing about what jokes your parents are going to make at your wedding. He isn't even nervous before going. He is a real charmer and you couldn't be prouder.

Jason todd

doesnt want to go. Really thinks your family wont like him and they probably wont the first time they meet him. Will still wear his leather jacket but at least he wore a white shirt and clean jeans? He even agreed to take the car rather then the bike. Will stop complaining the moment he sees you in your element. Like goddess pro max what even , so ethereal ,the world is shaking . Staring dialed up to 100/10 . plus his complaining was never serious to start with. He wants you to have a family, be connected to your background,. Its just one of the things that make you you and he wont change a single hair on you. Will probably get insecure ( I get set up or marriage proposal talks when I go to family functions - just indian girl things I hate it tbh. And I've noticed its a thing in a lot of cultures) because he'll think that you deserve that traditional life with people who 'get you" but no one will ever get you the way he does and you just need to remind him of that. He is a bit broody , tall and just kind of sticks by you . The men and boys of the group are probably fascinated by him so as the night goes he starts getting more comfortable around them. The kids lowkey like him a lot so its cute and you may get baby fever. And the older women of the group are poking at him( why the jacket? whats with that scar) and you'll have to rescue him. He'll do it all over for you though.

Tim drake-

time to put on that practiced facade. He is used to putting on a fake winning smile at those galas so imagine his surprise when his old tricks don't work at your family function. Personal space? privacy?? fake formalities?? don't exist. Bonus points if it isn't a fake rich family. But he gets to see you In a pretty clothes and he is simping, teasing you on how you look like a real girl now(but he lowkey prefers you in the geeky shirts you guys share) . he did research so like ask him the They are still very impressed by your respectful young man ( who is super rich and smart). He gets by tbh, a bit shy because he is just so not used to all this. But keep him near you, show him how to dance properly and get a few drinks in him and its a party. He loves it, your family loves him and your cousins are now his besties (don't ask when that happened). He loves having a family and it just leaves him with wonder. He is in awe of this and so grateful that you let him into your life.

Bruce wayne

does a lot of research . He knows exactly how to act, what to say and what to do. A bit cold and aloof . Still surprised by the whole chaos . But unlike tim he keeps his cool. your family is impressed by you "bagging" the rich billionaire boyfriend. If this is batman with robins ver then they are worried about the huge amount of kids he adopted and what that means for you. So uh..just mention the billion again? They ask really personal questions but bruce prepared and is so ready for it. He loves seeing you in your traditional clothes, probably encourages you to wear them casually too. As if anyone can stop you, go to galas in traditional clothes or just wear home traditional in the mansion. Over all he loves getting a peak into your life and what experiences shaped you to be the woman he loves so dearly now.

If there's anything offensive about this let me know and I will change the content or even delete the whole thing. Ive based it a little of the four different cultured families I have and the common stuff I've noticed in all of them. But I've tried keeping it as general as possible tbh. So I'm sorry if this is offending anyone.

[saym0-0]

the pain and suffering of massively developing mezelea's culture in your own headcanons and basing it off of a variety of african and south asian cultures, and then having to somehow incorporate the canonical very western based jizzie wedding. i mean yeah ofc it makes sense for the ccs/actual canon to do it that way but MY HEADCANONS

you know? i think maybe they have more than one ceremony, the way a lot of irl couples from different cultures do, so maybe the more 'western' style one that takes place in mythland church is for the emperors bc idk its probably an ancient tradition for all emperors to be present for the joining of two? and then they each have a ceremony honouring their own cultures in their own empires. if that makes sense.

[asherbakugou]

Ninjago Boyfriend Scenarios

Jiang Kai | Kai Kalama

Kai is Chinese, through his mother, and Hawaiian, through his father, with a little Persian from an unknown ancestor. He is hotheaded, confident, impulsive, determined, brave, loyal, passionate, and caring.

Reader (She/They)

Reader is a fashion designer and frequent protestor for many different things. They are passionate, driven, altruistic, perfectionist, honest, quiet, and reserved towards strangers.

Zane Julien

Zane was built to look incredibly human so he looks African, like his father, with short white dreads. He is strategic, curious, logical, reserved, loyal, and calculating.

Reader (She/her)

Reader is a self-made artist who makes artwork of non-traditional things, to show off how people do not need to be traditional. Also croches and makes little animal plushes for clients. She is very charismatic, smart, curious, passionate, and finds it difficult to focus.

Cole Brookstone

Cole is Italian through both of his parents, and speaks the language fluently though he rarely uses it. He can be competitive, focused, loyal, kind, sensitive, easily annoyed but slow to anger.

Reader (They/Them)

Reader is the owner of Fairy Tale's Cakes and Stories, a café and bookstore passed down to them from their grandparents. Very decisive, organized, practical, loyal, direct, honest, and patient.

Jay Walker

Jay is Scottish Gaelic from his unknown parents. He is curious, energetic, enthusiastic, perceptive, good-natured, and positive.

Reader (She/Her)

Reader is a mechanic for a shop in Ninjago, and close friends with Nya. She is rational, curious, good-natured, energetic, and determined.

Lloyd Garmadon (INFP)

Lloyd is Norwegion with more from his Grandfather, but he does not know. He is loyal, empathetic, gernerous, energetic, adaptable, and passionate.

Reader (She/They)

Reader is an assistant at Doomsday Comix, a place that Lloyd frequents. They are reliable, passionate, altruistic, charismatic, idealistic, and curious.

Morro (ISFP)

Morro has an unknown heritage as he was an abandoned orphan living on the streets. He is unpredictable, passionate, free-spirited, hotheaded, perfectionist, and hard-working.

Reader (She/her)

Reader works as a baker at a popular wedding cake shop, famous for its beauitiful cakes, pastries, and desserts. She is reliable, positive, passionate, altruistic, calm, empathetic, and idealistic.

Chapters

[manahegy]

39 Latest Traditional Dresses 2024 - Best For Celebrities

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