#Public Delivery

[prlssprfctn]

Another Crack!Au with Red Hood's goons because I love them this much: Jason Peter Todd comes back alive legally for the rest of the world, and now Red Hood Inc. is sure that their boss is crushing on that boy. Proofs? P l e n t y.

Proof number one: their boss *giggles* when TV shows some of Jason's funny jokes from his new interviews. Well, his giggle surely sounds ominous behind the voice modulator, but it is clearly a girlish giggle.

Red Hood, hitting the table in the fit of laughter: Gosh, this one was absolutely hilarious. Like, the subtle shadowing and literature reference? Good one, good one... I should joke like this more.

Goons, staring in awe: Yeah, boss, he is so funny. You think so, too, right?

Red Hood, amused: You like him? Good fucking choice, good fucking choice.

Proof number two: Red Hood starts hating Joker even more once the publicity finds out that Jason Todd was considered dead because he was under the witness protection system due to seeing Joker killing the Second Robin.

Red Hood, murmuring: This is fucking ridicilous. Witness protection system, my ass. I mean—

Goons, exicted: Boss, this is just another proof that Joker shall be dead!

Goons, thinking that killing Joker could definitely impress Jason, so he would go out with their boss: I am sure that kid will like this clown dead more!

Red Hood, who just thinks that they are empathetic and worried like that: You think so too? Good work, guys. Really. I appreciate you.

Proof number three aka. the most convincing one: Red Hood doesn't even try to beat these allegations. Case in point:

Goons: Bossman, we have a game for you. Hug, marry, kill — but it is the oldest male members of the Wayne family. Bruce Wayne, Richard Grayson-Wayne, and Jason Todd-Wayne.

Red Hood, with his face turning into disgust, because what a one can choose there in HIS case: Uh, kill Bruce. I guess, hug Dick boy. Uh, marry Jason?

Goons: YES!!!

Red Hood, confused: Are you fans or something—

[xillpregnant]

Hi, I’ve been lurking for a little while now and just starting to try out engaging with folks. Your build a birth prompts sounded fun. How about the following…

Female carrier, single birth, in the car stuck in traffic, holding the head, birth denial, orgasmic birth. Maybe husband is also aroused and pulls it out while driving and watching her hold the head in place and playing with herself. Sorry if that’s too much. Anyways, thanks.

HI! This is the first 'request' I've received. Sorry for taking so long to write it. University has kept me very busy. But here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

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Traffic was completely stalled. The red brake lights stretched endlessly ahead of them, glowing through the misted windows. Inside the car, the air felt thick—full of tension… and something else.

Vera was breathing hard, her legs parted slightly from the growing discomfort. Her belly clenched with deep, rolling contractions that she could no longer deny. Each wave hit her like a hot tide, making her close her eyes, grit her teeth, and release a sigh that melted into a moan.

“Another one?” her husband asked, voice laced with concern… and desire. His hands stayed on the wheel, but his eyes flicked toward her, devouring the sight.

Vera nodded, lips parted, her body trembling.

“It’s not happening yet… it shouldn’t be,” she whispered, though she knew it wasn’t true. Her body didn’t lie. It was opening. Preparing.

Her hand slid instinctively between her legs. The pressure there was unbearable, but it wasn’t just pressure. There was something else—something that made her seek relief with slow, tentative motions. Her fingers moved over the fabric of her underwear, trembling.

Her husband swallowed hard. He didn’t speak, but his breathing quickened. He watched her—so close to breaking, yet glowing with heat, her cheeks flushed, her body caught between pain and something dangerously close to pleasure.

“Vera…” he whispered. “Are you…?”

She didn’t answer with words. She arched slightly, eyes closing, panting as she pressed harder. Each movement pulled another moan from her lips, deeper, wetter. She was lost in her body, caught in the storm of contractions and raw, uncontrollable bliss.

He couldn’t resist any longer. One hand stayed on the wheel; the other drifted to her. He barely touched her—he didn’t need to. Just watching her, holding herself, gasping as labor crept closer… it was enough to set him ablaze.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, her breath catching with lust and tension.

“It’s coming down…” she murmured, trembling. “The pressure is so low…”

And then, her fingers felt it: the firm, round bulge pushing downward. The beginning of birth. Life itself, breaking through in waves of pleasure, fear, and love so intense.

She pulled her fingers out quickly, her hand trembling as she gripped the edge of the seat. Her breath came faster, heavier. Heat radiated from her skin, growing more intense with each passing second, each contraction that seized her from the inside out.

Vera couldn’t believe what her body was doing. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now.

But her body didn’t ask for permission. The pressure grew sharper, deeper — unstoppable.

“Ahhh!” she cried out, her voice strained. “It’s coming!”

She felt it — the round, firm pressure of her baby’s head pushing lower, spreading her from within, bulging her underwear. Her body arched involuntarily as a push surged through her, wrenching a gasp from her lips.

“No,no no no,” she panted, wide-eyed.

But her body didn’t care. It moved with ancient, undeniable force. The baby was coming.

“Oh God! I can’t—I can’t stop it!”

The head pressed right to the edge of her entrance now, just shy of crowning. Her muscles trembled violently.

“It burns!” she cried, her voice breaking between pain and disbelief.

Desperate, Vera pressed the palm of her hand firmly between her thighs, against the bulging swell of her lips, trying to hold back what her body was demanding to release. Her other hand moved between her legs, instinctively, finding her clit, trying to soothe the pain, to ground herself in some small control over the fire inside her.

“Aaaah! It’s too much!”

She was soaked — sweat, tears, her body’s own fluids — flooding the seat beneath her. The pressure was unbearable, but she held, held as long as she could.

And then — her body pushed.

The baby crowned. Fully. Unstoppably.

A guttural cry broke from her chest, not just from pain — but from something deeper. Pleasure.

“Ohhhhhh—!” she wailed, as fluid burst from her, soaking the seat. Vera’s body trembled, the pressure still intense, but the moment of truth had arrived. She could feel the head fully crowned, the last inch of her baby’s body emerging. 

With one final effort, Vera gently moved aside the fabric of her underwear, making space for the baby to move forward. Her body tensed, and the last push came like a wave of natural power.

The first shoulder of the baby passed. The second followed immediately, and then, with surprising ease, the little body slipped out. Vera felt it — the softness of the skin, the weight, the warmth of her child finally outside her womb.

A deep sigh escaped her lips. It wasn’t just the pain she felt, but an intense sense of relief, love, and awe. Her baby, so long awaited, was now in her hands.

Vera held him gently, gazing at the little being who had grown inside her, her eyes shining with emotion and tears. "We did it…" she murmured, her voice broken by the pure love flooding her heart. "Welcome to the world, little one."

THE END

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[preg420x69]

i 100% need a fat, overdue baby trying to come out in my panties rn. I want my water to break in public, i need my underwear/pants to be so tight that it's keeping my baby logged up in me until you give me the relief i need 😩 clothes so drenched with fluid that they're clinging to my body, needing you to rip them off me so the baby can slide out. like please just let me give birth oh my godddd!!! im such a good lil pup, such a good carrier. can you imagine me with an enormous bump, laying on my back while struggling to pop out ur seed? thighs so slick, belly so heavy. im so horny just thinking about it. my loud, wild screaming filling the room, thick sweat and contractions take over my body as my tiny opening is stretched with the huge head of your child, playing peak-a-boo as I push with all my strength, but it stays put. sitting heavily between my lips. you'd give me encouraging phrases, showering me with attention, swooning over me as I brought our child into this word. "I put a fat one in you, huh darling?" you'd coo as I wailed and squirmed beneath the pain, your eyes fixated on my slit being spread so wide with the crown of your baby. words cant express how ready I am to be bred, my belly needs to be round and plump. I physically need to be pushing out someone's baby rn 💦💦

[stupidlypregnant]

got this idea when reading one of your posts. Lmk if want it continued and feel free to add whatever darl 🤍

You’re overdue and your belly has become a particularly sensitive area. One brush along your midsection has you soaked and hard. You’re so horny that anything rubbing up against it get you going, tight clothes shifting up and down your stomach makes you blush and whimper. I of course love to tease you. so one day I take you to a crowded station to get back home. It’s hard for you to walk, waddling from the shop back to the train your hips and aching. Not to mention the pressure of all those babies wanting out. Being so overdue your belly hangs low and large, distended from the numerous babies and the contractions rippling through it. But you have no thoughts about these aches and pains as someone comes up to us and congratulates us on the pregnancy, rubbing your belly, your eyes go wide and your cock hardens. Trying your hardest not to moan at the sensation as wetness pools between your thighs. Catching on i lead you to the train where people are grazing your stomach as they hop on and off the train, causing desperation within you like you’re going into heat. Gently moaning into my ear we sit down on the train in a secluded area and I take a look at you. Breathless, flushed and panting. All the while your cock is straining against your pants, throbbing as you squirm in your seat. I decide to act clueless and instead rub your stomach just to send you into overdrive but as I do we go over a bump and the babies shift lower down and a contractions rips through you for the upteenth time today. These are Bracton Hicks, it’s actually labour darl. What are we gonna do? You’re horny out of your mind and i think you’re in labour….

God, I love this. You're so mean. Just the thought of being so pregnant that my belly's so sensitive 🥺

Being in labor would make it even worse. All the cramping and squirming inside combined with your hands rubbing all over it. You'd make me such a mess I'd be falling apart right there in public ...

[dontpushbaby]

You're sitting in my lap, arms slung around my neck, face buried into the curve of it. Your swollen stomach pressed against my own flat one, allowing me to feel your belly getting impossibly tense and tight as another contraction takes over you.

You moan desperately, squirming in pain. I can tell the urge to finally push is getting unbearable. But you try to be good, to hold back - you promised it. To ignore the burning pressure between your legs - your body is screaming at you to give in, to disobey me. But you won't, you're so good for me.

I know you want to push but not yet. Hold them in a little longer, baby.

[9091xd]

I really want to give birth to very overdue twins in a inapropiate place

[notbecauseofvictories]

I know my experience is not universal, but I biked 5+ miles to do my errands today and I genuinely think we'd be much happier as a human collective if we increased residential density and switched to largely alternative modes of transportation.

[har-talkss]

HOW TO SOUND SMART WHEN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON AROUND YOU?

Yesterday I entered an extempore competition in my college and this was the topic I got, and it is so interesting!!

So here's my opinion on the same, more detailed and structured:

We might often associate sounding "smart" with sounding "right" but I believe it is more about sounding authentic

So the first step is being genuine, combating the fear of being seen as dumb, which is very obvious in these situations, since nobody is perfect and we all can know things and not know far more things.

This brings your focus to what you know around you rather than what you don't. A delivery that stems from a place of being honest in your expression helps you connect better with people.

And yes, I also do believe that in some situations where you can't figure just anything out, silence is the wisest choice. In such situations, silence makes you seem smarter than any speech

So to summarize, try to stay calm, bring your focus back to what you know and then deliver or else let your silence speak!!

I am not trying to guide anyone, just sharing my take on it (Because why not? hehe 🐿)

I'd love to know your thoughts on this topic too, please do share!!!

P.S. I had so much fun speaking yesterday🫶

[mnaog]

i choose to believe that some of the jaeger pilots actually read fan mail they received.

imagine pilots placing stickers on their jaeger, either on the outside or interior or maybe even their drivesuit. and one kid asking for their sticker to be placed on the jaeger’s fist so it can punch a kaiju.

a kid sending their crayon drawing of GD and Striker Eureka fighting a kaiju together or high-fiving, to Chuck. maybe he keeps it because fighting alongside GD was on his to-do list, yeah ik that’s right i don’t know if that’s right

[itsdrewharrisontoo]

The Vault - Week 18 - Revolving Door

Hey Bunnies! How's everyone doing? This past week was pretty cray for me so I do apologize if we haven't had a bonus story in a while, but I am doing my best to catch up on work and writing in between hospital visits lol but here is this week's story, hope y'all enjoy this one!

Word Count: 1,511

Summary: A woman in labor is stuck between revolving doors!

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains explicit content involving pregnancy, labor, orgasmic birth, nipple and clitoral stimulation, fluid expulsion, masturbation, public delivery, ambulance delivery, and sexual interaction during childbirth. All participants are adults; all content is consensual.

"Shit. Shitshitshitshit—"

Rae’s breath caught as the contraction speared through her, anchoring her in place halfway through the goddamn revolving door. One knee buckled, her palm slammed against the curved glass, the other bracing low on her belly. The door shuddered behind her, stuck at a standstill. She was too wide to move forward, too pregnant to go back.

“Ma’am?” came a nervous voice from outside.

“Don’t touch the door!” she snapped, voice cracking as she hunched forward. Another wave hit, molten and sharp, and she grunted — loud, ragged. “Ohhh—fuck—don’t move it. Don’t move it, don’t—hnnnnnh—don’t—”

Inside the building, a clerk froze mid-step, latte halfway to her mouth. “Do you—should I call someone—?”

“I’m crowning,” Rae hissed through her teeth. “I am crowning. My baby’s head is in my fucking pants and I can’t get out of this door!”

The pressure was unbearable — thick and low and right there. Her thighs were trembling, spread as far as the panels allowed, the hem of her dress bunched under the curve of her belly. She could feel the bulge pushing down, the burn of skin stretching.

Her hand slid between her legs. Wet. Hot. Slick.

She let out a guttural, panicked moan. “Oh God, his head—his head’s there—fuck, he’s coming, he’s coming now—!”

The security guard pressed a hand to the glass. “Ma’am, do you want me to—”

“Touch that door and I swear I will kill you.”

Another contraction seized her. She doubled over, teeth bared, sobbing through a grinding growl. “Nnnnghhhhh—fuck!—I can’t—no no no no—”

“Okay,” the clerk called from inside, trying to keep calm. “Okay, I’m calling an ambulance, just hang on—”

“No time!” Rae shouted, sweat dripping off her brow. “He’s crowning, do you hear me? I can feel hair—”

She gasped, her fingers slipping past the thick swell of her labia. There it was. Wet. Hard. Round. Her baby’s skull stretching her open as another deep, ripping contraction bore down.

She screamed until her throat felt raw… 

"—hhhhaaaAAAAHHHH—!"

The door creaked with her weight, body braced between unforgiving glass and solid frame. Her heels scrambled for traction. Her hips twisted just enough to keep pressure off the baby’s head.

"Push," she whispered to herself. “I gotta p-puuusssshhhnngggghhh— "

Outside, someone yelled for towels. Inside, someone else was crying. But all Rae could hear was the blood rushing in her ears — and the thunder of her body splitting open as the widest part of the head emerged.

A sickening, slick pop followed by loud obscene moan

"—HNNNnnnghhh—hhhhaahh—oh fffffuckkkk—!"

The head was out.

Stuck there between her thighs, cradled in her trembling hand.

"Okay, okay," she panted, forehead against the glass. "One more. Just—one mooooooooorrrrrrnnnnghh…."

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Much love, Drew

[xillpregnant]

These are always fun to see

Female carrier who doesn’t know she pregnant with twins, refusing to push for an orgasmic birth on a bus

This request is from a while ago, but I've been away for some time. Now that I have more free time, if you have any story ideas, don’t hesitate to send them!

This is divided into two parts because it ended up being very long.

Now, I hope you enjoy it!

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Midnight Route (1)

Night had fully fallen, and the bus cruised down the lonely highway with its dim light and engine humming like a sleeping animal. Lydia settled into her rear seat, enjoying the extra space she had paid for—a small luxury for her tired body and her rounded belly resting beneath the light dress. The cool night air slipped in through the window, caressing her skin and mingling with the scent of fabric and leather inside the bus.

Her fingers nervously played with the edge of the seat as her eyes rested on the dim interior. Only a few faint lights weakly illuminated the sleepy faces of the passengers, and the gentle sway of the motion lulled her. Outside, streetlights drew yellowish lines that quickly passed by the window, leaving fleeting images of trees and power poles in the darkness.

Lydia recalled the last few nights, those strange sensations in her lower belly. A slight tug, a subtle pressure she had firmly ignored, denying that it was anything serious. It couldn’t be labor—not yet. The city, work, routine… everything seemed easier to handle if she didn’t think about what was happening inside her.

The bag beside her contained, among other things, a pair of tight panties she had chosen with a mix of instinct and whim, not really knowing why she had packed them. Now, in the stillness of the trip, she felt a peculiar warmth in the lower area of her belly, like an electric current spreading and making her writhe softly.

A contraction slid through her body, first light, like a sigh, then more insistent. Lydia pressed her lips and closed her eyes, letting out a low whisper, a sound between effort and surprise: “Mmm…” Her hand rested on her belly, feeling it tense, hard, almost like a wave slowly rising toward her chest.

The air became slightly thick, and the skin on her neck tingled as a new wave of pressure made her softly gasp: “Ohh…” she whispered with parted lips, noticing her breath quicken and cold sweat start to appear on her back. She tried to move her hips to ease the discomfort, but the cramped space of the seat limited her freedom.

She bit her lip, trying to contain those little sounds betraying her, while squeezing her legs together. Moisture began to form between her thighs, a mix of heat and fluid that made her shiver. In her mind, a whirlwind of denial: “It’s nothing, I can handle this, it’s not labor…”

But her body responded on its own, without asking permission. Another stronger contraction knocked her forward, the pressure growing, mixing with a strange diffuse pleasure that confused her and made her heart race. An involuntary, low moan escaped her throat.

The heat in her belly grew more intense, a fire spreading uncontrollably. Lydia suddenly felt a warm liquid begin to slide between her thighs, soaking the fabric of her dress and the panties she wore. A chill ran through her from head to toe. Her water had broken.

An involuntary murmur slipped from her lips, an almost inaudible “Ahh…” mixed with the gasp of an intensifying contraction. The warm moisture created a sticky sensation that slowly seeped, bathing her already sensitive and slightly swollen vaginal lips. Lydia could feel the skin in that area growing even more delicate, her canal warm and wet, as if an invisible river ran through her.

With difficulty, she searched in her bag for the tight panties she had brought without much thought. Each movement was a battle against the waves of contractions hitting her. As her fingers brushed the fabric, a new spasm made her gasp, a rough prolonged sound: “Mmmm... oohh…” Her lips parted, breathing ragged.

She sat up slightly, trying to prevent the liquid from soaking the seat further. Her hand slid over her knees to remove the wet panties, but the contact with her swollen, sensitive skin made her shudder. The damp fabric clung to her vaginal lips, to the birth canal beginning to open, intensifying that strange mix of pain and arousal invading her.

She breathed deeply, softly panting as she moved slowly, every touch an intense caress. The friction of the new, dry, tight fabric against her opening lips was strangely pleasurable, like an invisible stroke that made her moan harder. “Ahh… uhh…” The contractions came in waves, tightening her belly and making her body respond with involuntary shakes.

Her legs opened and closed, as if searching for the perfect position to relieve pressure, but the heat between her thighs only grew. Her hips moved slowly, arching and tightening without control. Her breath became ragged, little gasps escaping without her being able to stop them. “Mmm… ohh…” she whispered with closed eyes, letting her body surrender to that sway of warm, wet sensations. The surrounding moisture, the fabric’s touch on sensitive skin, and her racing heartbeat composed an intimate and vibrant symphony.

The contractions kept pounding with growing force, like relentless waves rising and falling through her body, but Lydia had learned to breathe with them, to follow the rhythm her belly marked. Then, she felt something new, different: the baby’s head began to descend, sliding firmly and pressing toward the birth canal.

An intense, deep pressure that spread through her pelvis, at first uncomfortable, almost painful, but soon turning into a warm, wet sensation traveling throughout her vagina. The baby, soft and warm, brushed against her skin from inside, and the moisture caused by her body’s natural excitement made it slide more easily, grazing her swollen, sensitive vaginal lips.

The panties still covered the area, tight and snug, stretching at contact with the baby’s head. That thin, clingy fabric increased the pressure, confining and at the same time amplifying every sensation. Lydia felt how that barrier between her and the freedom of birth made her tremble.

With an almost inaudible sigh, she softly vocalized a mix of pleasure and awe: “Oh... oh God, it feels so good…” Her voice was a thread, a murmur escaping between low gasps and moans that almost gave her away: “Mm… ohh baby…” Her breathing grew deep and fast as her hands gripped the seat, trying to control the urge to push.

She controlled her push gently, barely moving the baby out to ease the pressure, then she pulled back with the palm of her hand, as if playing with that warm head brushing her vaginal lips. Each movement caused waves of mixed pleasure and relief, an exquisite and painful sway at the same time.

The pressure reached its peak when the baby’s head began to fully crown, stretching and expanding every fiber of Lydia’s skin with a blend of pain and indescribable ecstasy. Her thighs squeezed tightly, embracing the warm, wet head that seemed desperate to come out at all costs, while a deep tremor ran through her entire body.

An intense orgasm took hold of her, an explosion of pleasure that made her gasp strongly, eyes squeezed shut while her lips parted in a long, soft moan: “Ahhh… ohhh… mmm…” The mix of pain and bliss enveloped her, every sensation multiplied by the warm, wet heat and the close contact with the baby’s skin.

At that moment, a movement beside her briefly pulled her out of her intimate world: someone, probably another passenger, shifted in their seat, slightly waking up. Lydia’s heart raced, but she forced herself to hold back her sounds, adjusting her breathing to avoid giving herself away. The other passenger settled and fell asleep again, while she let out a silent sigh of relief.

The fabric of the panties, which until that moment had contained the force of crowning, could no longer resist. A small tear, barely audible, announced that the cloth was ripping under the pressure. A warm, moist space opened, allowing the baby’s head to finish emerging without obstacles.

Lydia felt how that space widened, clearing the path, and her body instinctively prepared for the next push. She breathed deeply, focused, feeling the tense skin of her thighs, the quickened beat of her heart, and her body vibrating with anticipation.

With one last effort, the head rotated gently, turning to fit the natural curve of the birth canal. The little skull, wet and soft, fully emerged, followed by the shoulders sliding out one after the other, expanding the space as they passed. Lydia felt the warm, wet body, every muscle tightening and relaxing at once.

A soft moan escaped her lips as the baby fully emerged, wrapped in a warm mix of fluids and fresh skin. Lydia, with trembling but careful hands, took him in her arms, cradling him against her chest. The little one let out a silent whisper, a slow breath that seemed a secret between them, and Lydia gently soothed him so he wouldn’t cry and wake anyone.

Relief flooded her, warm and deep, a feeling of triumph and peace that ran through her entire being. But that moment of calm was fleeting, because a new and much stronger pressure settled inside her—a clear sign that the story was not over.

To be continued...

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Let me know if you want Part Two, the birth of the other baby.

[unkownuncle]

just a reminder that my snapchat is open for anyone who wants to talk about birth and pregnancy! or just about my blog haha. username is: landn.babcck.

you can also just DM me on here!!

[reasonsforhope]

"A Ghanaian-English entrepreneur has designed an electric bike from the ground up that’s transforming short-range transportation in her home country, proving that problem-solving in Africa can be done in Africa, by Africans.

[Valerie Labi's] company, Wahu!, assembles each bike by hand, and they can travel up to 80 miles [128 kilometers] on a single charge. This means that a delivery rider for Glovo or Bolt can comfortably cover a whole day’s work without refueling.

Anyone who’s visited Accra, Ghana, in the dry season will remember the incredibly poor air quality. Poor roads mean that cars are stuck in second and third gears, and old cars traveling in second and third gears mean plenty of extra car exhaust.

Poor roads also mean exposed dirt, and exposed dirt means fine-grained dust. Combined with a lack of rain, the smog, dust, and car exhaust make the air in parts of the capital unfit for human health.

Wahu! bikes help alleviate all three of these problems, and despite her English nativity [Note: Super weird and unclear way to phrase it?] and education, the bikes were designed and manufactured in Spintex, Accra.

“By introducing electric bikes into Ghana’s transportation ecosystem, we’re not only providing a greener alternative but also offering speed and convenience,” Labi told The Mirror. “Our bikes are a testament to how service delivery can be seamlessly merged with environmental conservation.”

Valerie Labi is a true inspiration, and besides her transportation company, she got her start in the Ghanaian economy in sanitation. She holds a chieftaincy title as Gundugu Sabtanaa, given to her by the previous Chief of the Dagbon traditional area in the Northern Region of Ghana. She has three children, holds a double major in Economics and Sustainability from two separate universities, and has visited 59 countries.

Getting her start in Northern Ghana, she founded the social enterprise Sama Sama, a mobile toilet and sanitation company that now boasts 300,000 clients.

During her travels around the small, densely populated country, she also recognized that transportation was not only a problem, but offered real potential for eco-friendly solutions.

“It took us two years to effectively design a bike that we thought was fit for the African road, then we connected with Jumia and other delivery companies to get started,” she told The Mirror. “Currently, I have over 100 bikes in circulation and we give the bikes on a ‘work and pay’ basis directly to delivery riders.”

According to Labi, each driver pays about 300 Ghana cedis, or about $24.00, per week to use the bike, which can travel 24 miles per hour, and hold over 300 pounds of weight. The fat tires are supported by double-crown front/double-spring rear suspension.

The bikes are also guaranteed by the company’s proprietary anti-theft system of trackers. Only a single bike has been stolen, and it was quickly located and returned to the owner."

-via Good News Network, January 24, 2024

[9091xd]

My baby bump is finally showing. I'm really excited about my babies growing. They are getting heavier every day. And I can't hide my pregnancy anymore.

(Picture from pinterest NOT MINE)