#Suriname girls

[bornofthelivingsun]

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[amphitriteswife]

🪷desi churia’s and Mehndi🪷

Tag list ⭐️: @miss-seanymph-pani @monstertreden @nicasdreamer @viostar2095 @tinyy-tea-cup

This is my amphitrite inspo

[yearningforunity]

Paramaribo, Suriname around 1900.

[postcard-from-the-past]

British Indian girl from Suriname

Dutch vintage postcard

[unconditionallyloved5]

It’s time to stay this time

[paulpingminho]

[face-claims-central]

Yasmin Wijnaldum - Dutch Surinamese, 1998

[quotesfrommyreading]

Towards the end of the interwar period this area was becoming increasingly Jewish. In 1920, when the houses were new, there were just seven Jewish families on the Pletterijstraat. By 1940 there were thirty-nine. Almost directly opposite Lien's house stood the Jewish orphanage, which moved into its specially commissioned premises in 1929 and soon afterwards began accepting German refugees. Thirty-five thousand moved to the Netherlands after the Nazis took power.

Those coming to these terraces in the 1920s and 1930s were not from the old Sephardic Jewish families, who had escaped to the Netherlands from Portugal in the late fifteenth century. The newer arrivals were German and Polish, but they too were following an established route. Since the eighteenth century many Eastern Ashkenazi Jews, whose first language was Yiddish rather than Hebrew, had migrated to Holland. The first German, or 'Hoogduitsch', synagogue was built in The Hague in the 1720s. Over the years, tens of thousands would mke their journey across the continent. Here there were no pogroms, it was possible to join guilds, to become a freeman of the city, and even to pass the status of freeman down the family line. Although there were areas of the city that were more Jewish than others, there were no lines of division. From generation to generation, the immigrants took on the tastes and the habits of their compatriots and became straightforwardly Dutch. So when Napoleon took direct control of the Netherlands in 1811 and ordered the registration of surnames, many Jews took the opportunity to naturalize theirs. Joseph Izak, for example, as a long-standing citizen, opted for the plain, native-sounding 'Joseph de Jong'.

The Portuguese, as the first settlers, remained distinct from these newer, more working-class arrivals. They were a kind of aristocracy, closely integrated with political power and trade. These Sephardic Jews, who had emerged as moneylenders after 1179 when the Lateran Council forbade the charging of interest among Christians, had escaped southern persecution and prospered in the seventeenth century in the great ports of Europe's northern coast. Though less than 0.01 per cent of the population, Sephardic Dutch Jews owned a quarter of the sugar plantations in Surinam, and they were crucial to the financial structures of the new republic. It was the Portuguese-Jewish banker Isaac Lopez Suasso, for example, who advanced the necessary 2 million guilders, and arranged the hire of 6,000 Swedish mercenaries, when William III of Orange set out to claim the British Crown in 1688.

If anything, the Sephardic community in The Hague was even more accepted than that in Amsterdam. It was in The Hague, in 1677, that the sceptical Jewish philosopher Baruch Spinoza was buried in great splendour in the Protestant New Church. This was an astonishing gesture of acceptance, even if the church authorities broke up the grave soon after, for non-payment of fees.

Village status, combined with its function as a royal residence, made The Hague an easy place for special pleading. Thus when, in 1690, there was a little local difficulty over some passages in the Talmud, a solution was not hard to arrange. The problem involved the carrying of objects in public on the Sabbath, which was clearly forbidden. The question, though, was what counted as 'in public'? In Amsterdam it had been decided that the whole city, as a walled unit, could reasonably be defined as 'a home'. The Hague, unfortunately, did not have town walls. Learned rabbis had determined, however, that if the two stone bridges over its canals were to be replaced by drawbridges, then The Hague too would, logically, be a home. In consequence a Jewish delegation approached the governing magistrate. Might the bridges be modified at their cost? Two years later, in the true spirit of political accommodation, they were demolished and replaced.

German and Polish immigrants living in the Pletterijstraat in the 1920s and 1930s were hardly in a position to incur such expenses, even supposing they had the commitment to that degree of ingenuity in interpreting God's laws. Yet, although not rich, the River District was perfectly pleasant. Then, as now, it was a place of diversity, where different races and religions lived neighbourly lives. There was, it is true, some resentment among non-Jews at the level of migration and, in response, the government had put a cap on numbers. Depending on what circle you moved in, Jews could be feared as socialists, as capitalists, as Zionists, as poor and low-skilled, or as rich and over-qualified, taking the best jobs. In the 1930s it could be hard for Jews to get a restaurant booking. Still, even in 1937 there was only a 4 per cent vote for the Dutch fascist part, the NSB.

  —  The Cut Out Girl: A Story of War and Family, Lost and Found (Bart van Es)

[delewlew]

i'll kick your ass, verstappen: max verstappen x black fem! reader

request: HEYYYYYYY could you do a max x fem reader when he gets jealous really bad over one of your male friends please. Love your stories keep going 🤍🤍

warnings: jealousy, slight swearing, google translated dutch

author's note: i hope you like this, i lowkey fried my brain trying to make sure i was confident enough to post this...still trying to convince myself. also the title isn't as cute cuz my gradient thingie wasn't working so it'll be plain...sorry bout that. as always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated as well <3

you were in second grade when you met your best friend, nikolaas, after he moved to your school. you were assigned to be his class buddy to help him get comfortable at the new school. the two of you attended the same school all the up to university so you weren't ever really apart from one another. the two of you learned to swim and ride bikes together as little kids. he was there when you went on your first date with the cute guy in your calculus class at the ice rink near your home, and he was there to take you to the hospital when you broke your ankle right after. you were there to help him learn to slow dance before he went to his first formal dance with a girl that wasn't you. he was there to teach you how to walk in that pair of So Kate's you bought without realizing maybe there was a reason nobody but zendaya dared to wear those godforsaken heels. you were there to coach him through confessing his feelings to his first boyfriend. the two of you had experienced so much of your lives beside one another that your relationship wasn't shaken when it was time to move away from home. years passed and he was a professional model travelling the world while you were working as an architect, living in monaco.

since living in monaco you'd been promoted, moved to a nicer apartment, completed a huge project with your team, and met your boyfriend. you met max at an event you'd been invited to courtesy of your own personal connections. from the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you there was something different about you from other women he's met in the past. that night, you both exchanged numbers and he'd convinced you to go on a date with him shortly after.

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for the first time since you'd moved to monaco, your best friend had finally been able to take time to come visit you. he'd flown in two days ago and was staying at your apartment for a bit longer before flying out to korea for some event he was invited to. you sat on your bed and he sat across from you painting a fresh coat of nail polish over his nails since the ocean water chipped it off earlier today. his hand shook slightly as he painted his fingers and your voice cut through the silence, "nikko i swear to god if you get black nail polish on my bed i'll kill you." he looked up through his long, thick, black eyelashes and muttered, "je bent letterlijk de meest dramatische persoon die ik ooit heb ontmoet." you rolled your eyes and huffed, "whatever you love me and you know it." he cracked a smile through the focused glare he held while looking at his fingers, "yeah yeah...speaking of love, how's your man?" [you're literally the most dramatic person i've ever met]

you smiled at the thought of max and answered, "he's really good. the season has treated him well for the most part and he's happy with how things are. we're going back home for his next race so i'm excited i'll be able to see both of our families, and i'm gonna try to stop by your place to see your mom if she's there." he shook his head while keeping his eyes on his nails, "m'ma is in suriname until september because she's visiting granm'ma and granp'pa." your frowned and asked, "were you supposed to go home with her?" nikko nodded and shrugged, "it's alright though, i think i'll be able to make it down there for christmas so it's fine. plus you can see her in september when she comes back." a smile tugged on his lips and he continued, "that is if you want to come see me walk at new york, paris, milan, or london fashion week this year." you nearly tackled him into a hug and screeched, "NO FUCKING WAY- NIKKO?! YOU BOOKED ALL FOUR?!" he laughed and wrapped his arm around you in a hug, "yup i'm booked and busy this year!"

you immediately promised, "i'm going to be at every single show." your best friend nodded, "already reserved your tickets for everything." there was a beat of silence before he asked, "wait isn't max still racing in september- i don't want to make you miss those especially because you missed miami for the met gala with me." this was true, you'd flown to new york city to be nikko's plus one for the met gala but max told you he didn't mind and was happy you were going. without a second thought, only thinking of how exciting this was for your best friend, you waved off his worry, "it'll be fine. besides max likes you."

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"i don't fucking like this guy." max huffed as he scrolled though his instagram because you posted something. he looked at his screen and clenched his jaw seeing the post you'd made with your best friend.

therealyn

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therealyn baby's first time in monaco <3

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nikko i wish i could stay longer :(

⤷ therealyn don't forget me when ur famous

sza cuties

⤷ therealyn omg i love you

username1 why is he so close?

⤷ username2 they've been friends since they were 7 and nikko moved to the netherlands from suriname. y/n was his first friend and they've grown up together. don't try to start something out of nothing.

⤷ username3 GET EM SIS

⤷ username4 ngl i kinda see what username1 means...if you look back at some other posts they've made with each other they're way closer than i'd consider to be best friends. i mean i personally wouldn't be that close with my guy bsf knowing i have a man.

⤷ username4 that man is a walking pride flag be so fr rn

⤷ username1 im just saying he's a little close to her. plus she's already missed a race so she can go see him, and i guarantee you she'll do the same again when fashion week comes around.

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reading the comments didn't ease max's mind whatsoever but he did catch a few that did make him realize that maybe you were just being a supportive best friend. he'd had friends go to things to support him in the past and he's done the same for them so why does he feel so...weird when you do the same? he'd managed brush off the feelings he had until he checked your story and clicked on the post you'd shared:

nikko

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nikko but none of them will ever love you the way i do it's me and you

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therealyn and as the years go by our friendship will never die

kendalljenner beauties

username6 ...why is he holding her like that.

⤷ username7 i think they're together? i always saw their posts together and assumed

⤷ username8 NO THEY'RE NOT TOGETHER THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS PLS DON'T START RUMORS SHE IS DATING MAX VERSTAPPEN

username9 this look a little....

username10 yall are so weird. literally every interaction nikko has with a girl looks like this, look it up and you'll see he's holding everyone's hand, wrapping their arms around them. it's just how he is pipe down.

username11 THE CAPTION? NIKOLAAS UR BOLD FOR THAT ONE

username12 ngl i kinda wanna see them as a couple

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max fought to control his facial expressions when you called him excited to tell him about going to support nikko at the big 4 fashion weeks. he watched as your eyes sparkled, "he's already reserved the seat in my name at all of his shows too! this is so great he's always wanted to walk in these shows and now he's got the chance. i want september to already be here." max frowned at the mention of the month, "schat- i'm still racing in september though?" you explained, "well yeah it's just singapore and azerbaijan that i'll have to miss but i'll be at the rest." max bit the inside of his cheek, "didn't you already see him walk in new york back in may? you missed miami for it remember?" you smiled, "babe that was the met gala, that was different. this is actual fashion shows not a red carpet."

when max was still silent you asked, "why don't you seem happy doe nikko?" he took a small exhale to not raise his voice or seem too annoyed, "it's good for the guy i mean this is a big deal as a model. i just...sometimes i think he's just a little too close?" you frowned and you asked, "what do you mean? you've never had a problem with him before?" max sighed and admitted, "i'm just saying there's no reason why other people should be questioning our relationship status when you're with other people. why is he holding you like i hold you?" you couldn't even find the right words for a moment, "i- i- he....max you've seen the way he acts around everyone. he's a touchy guy and he always has been. why are you now bothered that he holds me? it's nothing new."

max let out another annoyed huff and snapped, "just tell him to watch himself." you couldn't even say anything before he hung up the phone on you and left you stunned to a silence. just then your phone pinged and it was another instagram notification:

nikko just posted a story!

there wasn't even a point in trying to ask nikolaas to delete the story because he was on a flight to korea right now which means he just posted it before the plane took off. so all you had to do was hope maybe max wouldn't see it because although you had no issue with the photo, you knew right now your boyfriend would.

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the instagram story made it's way to his eyes in less than 5 minutes after it was posted. so, max didn't hesitate to open his own photo gallery and select a few pictures before posting them himself, he pasted a caption from the ones you'd saved in his notes and posted it before turning off his phone.

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 mijn

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therealyn answer your phone

username13 HE'S MAD HE SEEN THE POSTS

username14 max....

charles_leclerc mate, you posted on your main

⤷ maxverstappen1 i know.

⤷ charlesleclerc oh!

oscarpiastri i feel like i wasn't supposed to see some of these

⤷alex_albon i don't think any of us were...

⤷ therealyn you werent.

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hot tears stung the corners of your eyes as you stared at your phone knowing full well why max posted the photos he did. you knew that he got jealous every now and again but he'd never done anything like this, especially when it came to nikolaas because he knew how close he was to you. max wasn't answering your phone calls or text messages so you had no way to actually call him.

meanwhile max was in his apartment on his sim when he heard a knock at his door. when he opened it he saw lando standing on his doorstep before he pushed his way into his apartment. max asked, "why are you in my apartment?" lando shook his head and countered, "why are you posting shit like this online?" a smug grin tugged at max's lips and he answered, "you know why."

lando sat on max's couch and responded, "i don't know why. what i do know is your girlfriend called me crying asking me why you weren't answering her calls." max huffed, "she's busy playing with that guy." lando ran a hand through his curls, "you're jealous of her best fucking friend? are you being serious right now?" max rolled his eyes and lando continued, "the guy wears nail polish and face glitter and you think something is going on between them?" when there was silence lando continued, "mate he literally flirted with charles and asked for his number when he came to zandvoort last year. then told alex that she had good taste because he wanted to quote 'drink him up and sop up the rest with a biscuit. and you think there's any way that something is happening with y/n? you can be jealous but if your girlfriend says there's no reason to worry then you should trust her. you need to fix this before something actually happens that can't be fixed." lando slapped max on the shoulder before walking out the door and heading back to his apartment.

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it was nearly 3 am when max unlocked the front door to your apartment and slipped in quietly, kicking off his shoes and leaving them by your front door. he pulled back the door and grabbed one of his t shirts and took off his pants before climbing in your bed. he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your torso. when you moved his arm off of you he knew you were awake so he mumbled, "schat..." you answered plainly, "wat wil je, max?" your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your shoulder and responded, "i'm sorry. i was wrong and i was immature and posting those pictures knowing you had them in our private folder was wrong." there was a momentary silence before you asked, "waarom heb je het dan gedaan?" he let out a deep sigh as he admitted, "i was jealous and only thinking about myself in the moment instead of thinking about how my actions would affect you as well. i never want to hurt you or be the reason for your pain, but i was so i'm sorry." [what do you want, max? // then, why did you do it?]

you felt his hand run over your arm gently as you asked, "wat ga je doen om het te repareren?" max answered, "well i deleted the post first and came here to apologize second. also i'd love to see you go to london, paris, new york, and milan to support nikko in september. i'll be waiting at home for you the minute you get back." you turned to face him and opened your eyes, finding his gaze in the darkness. bringing your hand to his cheek you asked, "i never want you to think that anyone stands a chance at competing with you for my heart, maxie. you are my person and i only love you this way, i only want to be with you. there's only you in my heart and i need you to trust me when i say that, okay?" max leaned into your touch and nodded, before you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, "i love you." he pulled you to his chest and tangled his legs with yours as he replied, "ik houd ook van jou." you nuzzled closer to him and brought a hand to his chest, tracing small patterns over his heart. both of you began to drift off to sleep, your voice cut through the silence, "but do that shit again and i'm kicking your ass, verstappen." max let out a small chuckle and admitted, "i don't doubt that, but you don't have to worry about it happening again." [what are you going to do to fix it?//i love you too.]

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the end.

[ivrxquack]

Haikyuu embarrassing moments hcs

Goshiki

Tried to impress you once in gym class but ended up face planting and his pants fell down revealing his paw patrol boxers

Atsumu

Said “deez nuts”a little to loudly and it echoed through the whole mall

Nishinoya

Sleep talked about my little pony and admitted to having a crush on rainbow dash when he was younger

Oikawa

Screamed like a little girl and jumped in your arms when a rat ran by

Ushijima

Voice cracked during a project but luckily no one laughed cause he’s the great ushijima but of course tendou teased him for it after class

Yamaguchi

Almost passed out during science class cause they were looking at a Suriname toad (don’t look it up if you’re scared of holes)

Hinata

Recorded himself dancing to a Beyoncé song and accidentally posted it on instagram causing the whole school to see it

Kita

(My precious beautiful handsome intelligent baby could never do anything embarrassing but I still added him)

Was at the pet store with his little cousins and they wanted him to hold a tarantula so ofc he did but he ended up getting bit and having a really bad allergic reaction

Suna

Was listening to the most outrageous song known to man during class and his headphones died without him noticing and everyone in class heard the song

Kageyama

Thought about scary images while washing his hair in the shower and his cat just so happened to be in the bathroom with him so it knocked something over on the sink counter and he panicked grabbing the shower curtain and ended up falling and breaking his arm

I haven’t seen any writing about haikyuu in sooooo long it’s crazy so here I am cuz I lowkey miss it!

[crispysnakes]

Pokigron Suriname girl (Boa constrictor)

[marvelann]

I was having a conversation with a very cool Paraguayan girl the other day (we were in a Thanksgiving dinner, surrounded by American/British friends) and I mentioned that Uruguay has the highest suicide rate out of any country in South America

(we never count the Guyanas and Surinam for anything, I'm not starting now)

She went from mildly angry ("That can't be right. Why lie about such a terrible thing?") to googling it and freaking out a bit. "You guys kill yourself twice as much as Chile, which is the next country on the list! What's wrong with you?? Isn't your economy stable? Aren't you fine??"

And I didn't know what to tell her because nobody knows why we kill ourselves that much, actually pfft. We're just sad

[dvarapala]

udyati's aversion to hunters goes a lot deeper than most might think. yes, most of them are white people, happily othering preternatural people and creatures (of color) whilst squawking about 'protecting the (white) innocents' because it's what they've been taught and it's what they've never questioned, but it's so much more than that. it is more than a girl holding a grudge because "i needed you guys when it mattered most and none of you showed up for me". you see, udyati's ancestors hail from india and they were taken to suriname becoming indentured workers or "kantraki's" - which is a shortened dutch term for contract workers. whereas some people willingly made the journey from india to suriname to escape from their abusive families or the abusive families they (unknowingly, unwittingly) married into, most people were "recruited" (read: tricked into and forced) to make the journey by arkàti's. hunters. bounty hunters, to be very specific, but hunters all the same, taking choices from the people, and making choices for the people in the same breath. (men were easy. arkàti's went after women, specifically, as they fetched higher prices.) this, too, was the case for udyati's ancestors, according to her amma - ankita. and while udyati is perfectly capable of conversing and co-existing with most hunters at some level, even developing friendships, the aversion and revulsion remains in her blood and bones. in her very dna. and perhaps it isn't fair to most modern hunters, many of whom carry modern sensibilities, but there will always be a part of her - hidden though it may be - that's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[the-prisonerr]

i feel annoying for liking exeprisoner sm but have inncorect quotes

prisoner: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I’ve got a whole box of old positives at my house. exe: You’re an American treasure.

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prisoner: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* exe: What did you do?! prisoner: NOBODY DIED! exe: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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prisoner: Seriously, exe, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? exe: That’s not important prisoner: I DISAGREE.

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prisoner: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. prisoner: And I started thinking. prisoner: Like, it was just trying to get food. prisoner: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? exe: Are you ok?

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prisoner: There's nothing to do.... exe: You can wash the dishes you promised to wash about a week ago. prisoner: *pulls out their phone* Nevermind.

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prisoner: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one gold? exe: Exchange it for a hundred copper, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

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exe: *looks over prisoner’s shoulder at their laptop* What the fuck? prisoner: *slams screen shut* It’s just research! For something I’m writing about! I swear that’s it! exe: Why the hell would that involve the breeding habits of frogs? prisoner: It’s not just “frogs”, it’s the Surinam Toad. And it’s not “breeding habits”, it’s how they raise their young. This is important information my audience needs to know! exe: That doesn’t change the fact this is for one line in a fanfiction. prisoner, offendedly: You don’t know that! exe: I hear no denial.

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exe, to prisoner: Are you peanuts? Because I want to boil you alive.

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prisoner: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? exe: Peonies, why? prisoner: exe: Were you going to get me flowers? prisoner: exe: prisoner: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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exe: *shatters a window and climbs through it* exe: *turns around and helps prisoner through it* Breaking and entering is wrong prisoner. prisoner: Okay.

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prisoner: Last night, I had a dream about sandwich pizza. exe: What? prisoner: It was pizza with bread on the top and the bottom. exe: So a calzone? prisoner: You can’t just name things I dream up.

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prisoner: *nudges exe at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. exe? Wake up, exe! Listen! They're sexless! exe: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

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exe: Petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday. prisoner: Wednesay. exe: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible.

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exe: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? prisoner: prisoner: …Should I not have?

@aristarxs

[anaelrich]

https://anaelrich.com/2015/07/21/nursery-rhymes-nostalgia/

In Suriname we preserved our African heritage as best as we could. In this children’s song the Akan name days are taught in the local language called Sranantongo. The song is performed by “Het Mannenkoor Maranatha” , source johndoerock, Youtube. 

For more songs like this visit https://anaelrich.com/2015/07/21/nursery-rhymes-nostalgia/. Also to learn more about African names in Suriname visit https://anaelrich.com/2020/12/13/whats-in-a-name/

The name days/  Den dey nen Our grands and greatgrands/  Wi afo nanga wi trotro gave the days a great name/  ben gi den dey wan bigi nen Now it fits that we all/ Now a fiti so dat’ wi alla maal must learn to know them/  musu fu leri sabi den If you don’t know them/  Suma no sab’ den you don’t have to be ashamed/  no ab’ fu syen Just listen to them/  Pot’ yu yesi arki den 2x

A boy born on Sunday/ Wan manpikin fu sondey Kwasi, Kwasi is his name/ Kwasi, Kwasi a nen A girl of the same day/ Wan uma fu na srefi dei Kwasiba you have to call her/ Kwasiba unu mus’ kari en

A boy born on Monday/ Wan manpikin fu mundey Kodjo, Kodjo is his name/ Kodjo, Kodjo a nen A girl of the same day/ Wan uma fu na srefi dey Adyuba you have to call her/ Adyuba unu mus’ kari en

A boy born on Tuesday/  Wan manpikin fu tudeywroko Komlan, Komlan is his name/  Komlan, Komlan a nen A girl of the same day/  Wan uma fu na srefi dey Abeni you have to call her/  Abeni unu mus’ kari en A boy born on Wednesday/ Wan manpikin fu drideywroko Kwaku, Kwaku is his name/  Kwaku, Kwaku a nen A girl of the same day/  Wan uma fu na srefi dey Akuba you have to call her/  Akuba unu mus’ kari en A boy born on Thursday/  Wan manpikin fu fodeywroko Yao, Yao,Yao is his name/  Yao, Yao, Yao a nen A girl of the same day/  Wan uma fu na srefi dey Yaaba you have to call her/  Yaaba unu mus’ kari en A boy born on Friday/  Wan manpikin fu freyda, Kofi, Kofi is his name/  Kofi, Kofi a nen A girl of the same day/  Wan uma fu na srefi dey, Afi you have to call her/  Afi unu mus’ kari en A boy born on Saturday/  Wan manpikin fu satra, Kwame, Kwame is his name/  Kwame, Kwame a nen A girl of the same day/  Wan uma fu na srefi dey, Amba you have to call her/  Amba unu mus’ kari en Countrymen/ Kondreman, Wherever you may be/ Wans ope. Be proud of your name!/ Wi mus’ opo un nen hey!

[paulpingminho]